Her Master and Commander

by Anya Summers

  “And why didn’t you come to me about that? With a single phone call, I would have come to your aid but instead you chose to defy me. Why?”

  “I tried. I just couldn’t do it.” Because then she would have had to admit she needed him when she didn’t want to need anyone.

  “Well, now you are going to experience what it is like when you defy your Dom. Come.” Jared stood, wrapped his fingers around Naomi’s arm and escorted her to the center dais with the padded bench. He murmured a few words to Carter, who pulled items from the nearest chest and held them as Jared began stripping her uniform off. Naomi was more shocked than anything else when she found herself standing in the middle of the club, nude. Before she even had a chance to cover herself, Jared hefted her into position on all fours on the bench and fastened first her wrists, then her ankles.

  Naomi had never been more exposed in her life. Everyone in the club, including Zoey and Declan, who stood nearby, could see her pussy. Jared fastened a strap across her lower back so that she was well and truly restrained.

  She could feel him behind her. She worried her bottom lip as she awaited her punishment. What did he plan to do? Would it hurt? She didn’t want to cry in front of all these people. Then again, she didn’t want to be naked and strapped to what the other girls had termed a ‘fuck bench’. It was just like the one she and Jared had watched Carter screw Jenna’s brains out on at the outdoor station.

  Jared’s hand touched her right butt cheek and Naomi couldn’t have stopped the gasp if she’d tried. His simple touch was almost anti-climactic. Then cool, thick lubricant was slathered over her back hole and she tensed.

  “Easy, Naomi. I’m just going to replace the plug you removed. Relax, deep breaths for me.”

  She concentrated on her breathing as his fingers penetrated her backdoor. He stretched her, gently thrusting in first one digit and then two as her tissues stretched to accommodate him. Each sawing thrust of his fingers sent swirls of sharp pleasure directly to her pussy, making the walls clench and her clit swell.

  She should have broken out her rabbit vibrator and given herself a few orgasms. As it was her body was still so primed for his touch, fire poured from her rear into her cunt. She mewled when he withdrew his fingers, feeling her climax just out of reach. Then she felt the cool, lube-coated, bulbous head of a plug against her rosette. Her body opened, accepting the intrusion as Jared inserted it.

  This one was much wider than the last, forcing her to walk the line between pleasure and pain. She breathed deeply, doing her utmost to relax, as the plug expanded in a bell shape. She heard a distinct pop as the plug slid home.

  Jared massaged her rear, teasing the flesh surrounding her pussy and a strangled gasp escaped her lips.

  “Now, little one, you are going to receive a public spanking. If it gets too intense or hurts too much, use your safeword. Under no circumstances are you to come, do you understand?”

  Oh, shit! Her body was already so on edge, it would be torture. Could she do it? “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “I’m sure you are. Let go. Surrender to me and I promise not to let you fall.”

  She was about to reply when his hand thwacked against her bare bottom and she screamed. Pain engulfed her rear as he relentlessly tanned her hide. He knew just how to strike for maximum effect. Tears streamed over her cheeks and she realized she was openly crying. Every spank radiated from her rear, making her anus quiver around the plug, and pour a trail of lava directly to her pussy.

  Her mind simply left the building as she entered this floaty, hazy sensation, and let go. She still felt every whack of Jared’s hand upon her bottom but it ignited her blood and drove her body higher up a precipice of desire so fierce, she didn’t know that she would ever come down. Nor did she know if she wanted to.

  Then Jared withdrew the plug from her ass and bent over her back until his mouth was next to her ear, where he said, “I want to claim you as my sub, Naomi, right here and now. Claim your delicate rosette and bring you more pleasure than you could ever dream of. What say you?”

  His fingers teased the opening of her rear and her pussy quivered in delicious anticipation. All she knew was that she didn’t want the pleasure to end and said, “Yes, Sir. Please.”

  Then he coated her anus with more lube and replaced his fingers with the crown of his cock. She moaned, her mouth falling open as he worked the crest past the tight ring of muscles. He thrust, stretching her walls as he pushed forward. He spent the next few minutes working his cock into her back channel until he was fully embedded in her ass.

  Her butt burned from the intrusion but the fire morphed into pleasure so pronounced, her head fell forward on a moan and she laid her cheek on the padded bench. Jared leaned over her back, his cock penetrated to the hilt, and whispered in her ear, “You belong to me, little one.”

  Then he shuttled his length, burning a trail of incendiary explosions along her nerve endings as he plundered her rear. His fingers dug into her hips as he pumped his cock in rapid, forceful strokes. The feel of him in her back channel was amazing. Naomi had never thought, never imagined that anal sex could be enjoyable. The one time she’d had anal before had been her ex and he hadn’t prepared her body at all.

  With every thrust of his wide member in her grasping back channel, Naomi surrendered another part of her soul to Jared. She wanted to be owned by him, claimed by him, was willing—nay, eager—to be his submissive and learn all the delights of the flesh he could teach her. Then he took her body deeper as he increased his pace, hammering his cock in so fiercely it was almost as if he was attempting to crawl inside her. Jared smacked her ass as he thrust, and torrents of ecstasy riddled her body.

  Over and over, he pounded his shaft while spanking her butt cheeks. The pleasure that had been building throughout the evening in the vibrating panties overflowed in her veins and Naomi screamed as her body came undone beneath his mastering.

  Her body trembled and shook, her ass clasped at his plunging cock as a white-hot climax hit her so blindingly, she saw stars behind her closed lids. Hot liquid spurted inside her ass as Jared plunged and came. His semen filled her, creating another wave of pleasure, and she sagged against the bench. Her body was replete and her mind floating on an abyss so high, she didn’t ever want to come back down.

  Jared leaned over her back as he undid her restraints and claimed her mouth in a torrid kiss. Then he lifted her off the bench, cradling her in his arms as someone handed him a blanket. He swaddled her in soft warmth, carrying her up to his penthouse and sitting with her on his couch. He rubbed her back until the muscles that had been wound so tightly before, released at his gentle touch.

  He kissed her temple, then murmured, “You’re mine now, Naomi. I swear to you, I will never let your ex-husband harm you ever again. He will have to get through me.”

  She nodded, turning her face into his neck. She didn’t want to think about Jon. She just wanted to continue floating with Jared’s sturdy arms and body surrounding her. On that note, she asked, “Make love with me, Sir.”

  “With pleasure.” Jared carried her into his bedroom where he proved to her again and again that he was the only man who knew how to unlock the treasures of her body like they were calibrated for each other. He made her burn, he made her scream, and in the end, he dominated her world so acutely, the rest of the world ceased to exist until it was just the two of them.

  She fell asleep in the cocoon of his strong arms. Her heart trembled as love swamped her system. Of all the things she had expected to find on the island, love was not one of them.

  Chapter 17

  Naomi woke to the bedside phone ringing. She cracked an eye open at the morning light streaming in the window. Jared fumbled for the receiver, and not even opening his eyes, he answered, “Hello.”

  There was a pause.

  “When? Initiate evacuation protocol. I’ll be down in five to help oversee it.” He slammed the receiver down. “Fuck.” He leapt from the bed. “Get dressed
and pack your things.”

  “What’s going on?’ Fear slithered in her veins.

  “We have a category three hurricane heading for the island. We’ve been monitoring its trajectory and the National Weather Service just issued an alert. Hurricane Catalina changed its course overnight and looks to hit the Bahamas dead on instead of being pushed out into the Atlantic by the jet stream. Apparently, the jet stream weakened and shifted north. It will be here by nightfall.”

  Naomi was all too familiar with hurricanes and how unpredictable they were. She had lived through Andrew and many more in Miami. Islands this size could be decimated.

  “What can I do to help?” she asked, tossing the covers off and getting out of bed.

  He gave her a heated look and then shook his head. “Focus on getting yourself ready to evacuate. We have to get everyone to the mainland. I have planes and boats at the ready to ferry people over. I want you on one of those ships. No arguments.”

  She nodded. Hurricanes were life and death, not to be trifled with. They had to get everyone off the island.

  “What about you?” she asked. Naomi knew he’d be at the center of it all. He wouldn’t leave until he knew the entire place had been evacuated. Fear for him, that he wouldn’t leave the island in time and would be caught in the storm, nearly strangled her.

  “I’ll be on the last boat as soon as I know everyone else is safe. Wear these to your room and get your things packed.” He handed her one of his shirts and pair of shorts.

  She put them on as he dressed. She had to hold the shorts up so that they didn’t slide down her legs and expose her. Not that it mattered. Practically everyone on the island had seen all her charms and more in the club last night.

  He gave her a brief kiss, then departed his penthouse. Naomi rushed to her room, took a quick shower, and packed her belongings. She wanted to stay and help Jared but she also wanted to prove to him that she could follow orders.

  As she departed her room, she noted how the others were packing, too. Metal shutters descended over the windows. The general store, restaurant, and pool areas were secured and shut down. The same with the club. The villas were being evacuated. Many of the billionaire guests headed to the airstrip and their private jets, ferrying extra guests who didn’t want to wait for boats.

  The funny thing was, the more she watched guests depart, the more Naomi wanted to stay. She knew there was a hurricane shelter in the center of the island. It was an additional villa built in the side of the mountain a little way up to help prevent flooding. She wanted to weather the storm there, not run. It was ironic that in the face of insurmountable danger, she didn’t want to flee anymore.

  She didn’t leave on the first boat but helped in the hotel, making sure all rooms and guests were evacuated. This island had become hers and she wanted to protect it. Part of that meant ensuring that there were no deaths on the island on her watch.

  Everyone did their part. Every time Jared spotted her, he blasted her with a look, his eyes promising retribution, and her rear tingled. He would spank her for her disobedience and she wouldn’t sit comfortably for a few days but she wasn’t in any real danger from him. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

  The pace was frantic. Ships and planes departed. She saw Declan and Zoey head for the airstrip with Jared taking them via Jeep. It was the only one on the island and could travel at a faster speed than the golf carts. By noon, clouds were beginning to roll over the island. Just the edges of the mammoth storm, but thick enough to block out the sunlight.

  Carter departed for Wyoming, while Jenna took one of the last ferries over to the mainland. Sherry left with Patrick and Nick on Deke’s boat, stuffed to the brim with guests.

  Naomi was on her way back to the hotel to grab her belongings, traveling the nearly deserted path, when from behind a copse of trees, a man stepped out in front of her. Naomi skidded to a halt when she spied the forty-four Magnum pointed at her chest.

  “Surprised to see me again, Naomi? Tsk, tsk. I promised you last time that I would find you wherever you went,” her ex-husband Jon said, with nothing but a fervent fanatical light in his dark gaze. She knew that expression on his mocha-colored face, had studied it intimately, had warily watched for it when they were married. It was the look that preceded a beating, that made her know she was in for a wallop of pain.

  Fear surged in her belly, clamoring up her throat so viciously she could taste it.

  “Jon, you shouldn’t be here. The restraining order says you can’t.” She stood her ground, even as tremors shook her soul.

  He snorted. “You’re my wife. No judge or jury will tell me whether I can be with my wife or not.”

  “I’m not your wife anymore, Jon. We’re divorced. We have been for three years now. It’s time for you to let go.”

  He viciously grabbed her arm, his fingers digging so nastily into her flesh they would leave bruises. Then he started pushing her toward the interior of the island. He jabbed the gun into her kidneys and snarled, “Just because you wanted to go out and be a whore, doesn’t mean you aren’t my wife. I’ve watched you now for days with your lover. I won’t do anything to him as long as you come with me now. I have a boat on the other side of the island, waiting for us to depart.”

  Jon would do it, too. He’d kill Jared without a thought or care for the consequences. She had to protect him. “Anything you want, Jon, just don’t hurt him, please.”

  He chuckled. “That’s more like it. You will pay for being such a whore but then, you and me, we are going to have ourselves a nice reunion and get all re-acquainted.”

  “I’ll do whatever you want,” she agreed, as complacent as she could pretend to be. All the while, she fought the rising bile in the back of her throat as he dragged her off the path and further into the interior of the island. The winds were picking up as the hurricane neared and Naomi understood she had to figure out a way to escape him and keep Jared safe.

  If she couldn’t work out how to make a break for it before they reached Jon’s boat, she knew she was a dead woman walking.

  Chapter 18

  Jared helped pack the final boat, which was being manned by Derek. Derek had been coast guard and knew how to steer in rough seas that were only getting worse by the minute.

  Jared’s SAT phone rang and he answered, “Talk to me.”

  “It’s Shep. We’re seeing huge swells out here. If Derek doesn’t leave now, I suggest you all take refuge in the shelter.”

  “We’re just loading up the last of the passengers. They’ll be departing in five minutes. How’s Naomi handling the rough seas?”

  “She’s not on my boat. She was heading back to grab her bag after helping everyone else board, and never returned. I just assumed she was with you.”

  “What do you mean she’s not with you? Where is she?” Fear unlike anything Jared had ever known settled over him.

  “I’m not sure,” Shep said.

  “Thanks. Call me if you find her on Nassau, would you?”

  “Sure thing.”

  Jared hung up and swung his gaze over to Derek. “Have you seen Naomi board a boat?”

  “No,” Derek rubbed a hand over his face, swiping at the sweat on his brow, “but I also wasn’t looking for her.”

  “Shit. I did a final sweep of the hotel and grounds to make sure we had no strays. Where the hell could she be?” The morning had begun rushed and only gone on a downhill slide since then. She could have departed and no one had paid attention to the boat she’d boarded. Where could she be?

  Yvette exited the cabin. “Master D, everything is stowed below decks, and everyone is on board, sir.”

  “Have you seen Naomi?” Jared addressed her before Derek could reply.

  “Um, a little while ago, she was on Shep’s boat and then she headed back toward the hotel. She met someone on the path and they walked off together.”

  “Who was it?” he pressed, dread clogging his chest.

  She shook her head, shrugging her shoulders,
“I’m sorry, Master J, I didn’t get a good look at him, but figured it was someone from the island or a guest that needed help. Everything has been so crazy this morning that I didn’t pay it much heed.”

  Jared nodded, even as anger and fear bubbled to the surface. There wasn’t anyone else on the island. An unholy fear settled in the pit of his stomach.

  “It’s not your fault. I want you guys to take off. I’m going to find her and we will hole up in the storm shelter.”

  Derek shook his head. “No, we will wait for you.”

  “D, I can’t let you do that. Get these people to safety first, then notify the coast guard that we are still here. I will have my SAT phone with me and the shelter should protect us. Now go.”

  Derek studied him a moment and said, “If you’re certain.”

  “I am, now go. Radio in that you’ve reached sanctuary on Nassau, will you?”

  Derek nodded as Jared handed him the docking rope. “I will.”

  Jared left the dock at a run. He stopped at the hotel for the gun he kept locked in his safe. He packed a bag full of potentially needed items like water, medical kit, and a backup SAT phone. If Naomi wasn’t alone but all the guests had departed, who was she with, and why?

  Jared began a sector by sector search; he broke out the only other gas powered vehicle, an off-road Jeep to help in his search. The sky above him darkened as storm clouds rolled in and turned the sky menacing. His SAT phone rang.

  “Yes?”

  “Bossman, it’s Derek. We made it to Nassau. Deke just told me he spied another boat on the western side of the island but assumed it was one of the extra boats you hired to help evacuate.”

  “And?”

  “And apparently, there was a sail boat stolen a week ago in Nassau, bearing the name Dolphin Bay, and that was the name Deke spied in his binoculars. Everyone here is accounted for except your little sub.”