“Yes!” shouted Tom. He pulsed within her, hot jets of come coating her inner walls. A moment later Roger too throbbed and shook. She felt powerless between the two strong men taking their pleasure from her even as control of her own body left her. And yet—I did that. There was power there too. I took them both on and satisfied them.
Spent, she collapsed against Tom’s broad chest.
“We’ll both cuddle you if you want us to,” said Tom.
“We will,” said Roger.
“I’m sorry, Roger, but I think I’d rather be alone with Tom right now.” Julia felt guilty saying it. Maybe Roger needed cuddles too, although it was hard to think either of the men ever needed anything the way she needed to be held. She realized she hadn’t even looked at Roger the whole time. Tom had ordered her to keep eye contact—it hadn’t been her decision but she had taken refuge in it too. Now she felt she owed Roger something, and she looked back at him with an expression she hoped looked apologetic. She wasn’t sure what she was actually feeling. Satisfied. Overloaded. Amazed. Confused.
“No worries, mate.” Roger stood up and flashed her a grin. “He’s a good bloke for a Yankee, isn’t he? Thanks for the fun.” Before she could respond he turned and walked away. There was nothing in his stride or demeanor to indicate that she’d hurt his feelings at all. In fact he even looked smug, or maybe he was glad to be let off the hook. Men, thought Julia, are not made the way women are. All a guy wants from a woman most of the time is a good shag.
“You were wonderful, Kelly,” Tom said.
She blushed. “Um.” She wasn’t sure what to say to that. Thank you? You too?
Tom moved, and she thought for a moment he was moving away from her too. But he was simply getting to a crouch. He zipped up his jeans and picked her up, then stood. Now that she thought of it, the surface outside the pool was cool and hard, but she’d hardly noticed. He carried her to one of the lounge chairs and sat back down with her in his lap. He kept his gaze on her, undemanding. Waiting, perhaps.
“That was out of this world,” she said at last. “And confusing.”
Tom smiled. “Did you like it?”
“Um.” She didn’t want to admit it or for him to get the wrong idea. “I think I did. But—”
“But what?”
“I’m not sure I ever need to do it again.” She kissed him softly. She knew it wasn’t his first time in a threesome, and maybe that was what he enjoyed the most. “Unless you want to.”
“No.”
She was surprised at how emphatic he was.
“I don’t know what it is about you, but I don’t want to share you,” he told her.
“They why did you?”
“Because you wanted to experience it.”
She looked at him with some confusion. “But you’re in charge.” It had been a while since she’d called him Sir, she realized. Was he annoyed at that? She was annoyed at herself about it. “Sir,” she added.
“Yes.”
“So you didn’t have to if you didn’t want to. Unless that’s part of the deal with Roger.”
“I wouldn’t make a deal like that. Yes, sweet Kelly, I am in charge. I made the decision.” His lips grazed across hers. “And you had no choice. Which I think is how we both want it.”
She almost said something about how she had a safe word and thought better of it. “Yes Sir.”
“I’m not built to look out after only myself and what I want. Some Doms are. Some subs want it that way. They need to know that every moment their Dom is doing things for himself so that they can feel comfortable that they are always providing good service. That’s not me. And if I had to act that way to make a sub happy, well— I don’t think she would be providing good service.”
“Oh.”
“Do you need a Dom like that, Kelly?”
One who doesn’t care about what I want? No, thank you. I’d end up kicking a Dom like that in the balls. “No Sir.” She wondered if she was the one who sounded too emphatic this time.
“Good. Because I enjoyed giving you what you wanted.” Tom grinned at her. “Service in return will be expected later.”
Kelly grinned. “Gladly, Sir.”
Chapter Four
The moon rose while they talked. It seemed Tom knew what Julia had put on the application form better than she did. Somehow he managed to extract from her stuff she’d never told anyone else. How her mother used to spank her, for instance. Julia hadn’t given it much thought until Tom tried to probe. She’d never seen it as abuse, and wondered if memories of her mother’s hand and the sure knowledge of her mum’s love played a part in her attraction to BDSM. Certainly she’d never wanted her mother to spank her—it meant she’d done something wrong, for one thing, and it hurt.
“Leave that for shrinks like Roger,” Tom said, and Julia thought that was sound advice. She spent the next few minutes swishing tongues with Tom. It was strange being naked out in the open, where anyone could wander out and see. Well, not anyone. There were only three other people on the island. But still, other people. One of whom just fucked me in the ass. And the other two saw it happen.
She’d thought that being made love to by two men at once might be addictive, that only one might not do afterward. Or that she’d hate it. Instead she’d come down somewhere in between. Tom and Roger had obviously shared women before. They might again. And if they did, she wanted it to be her. But for right now, she was very content in Tom’s arms.
She closed her eyes.
“I missed you,” he said softly.
“I missed you too,” she said. She was tasting paradise, if only for a moment. The silence afterward was comfortable, relaxing. So comfortable that she fell asleep.
She woke when he rose, lifting her from the chair. But he seemed to have a firm hold of her and that was good enough. He carried her into the house and up the stairs. She pretended to be asleep still, peering at him through half-lidded eyes while he placed her in bed and pulled soft flannel sheets over her.
He stood and pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it over the room’s only chair. Then his hand went to the button on his pants. He pulled it open. Slowly he started to pull down the zipper. Too slowly. She peeked up at his face.
He smiled at her and shook his head. She’d been caught. She closed her eyes but she knew it was no good.
He laughed. She opened them again. She wasn’t sure why she wanted him to think she was asleep anyway. Maybe she needed to win a round, although it was almost as fun to be caught.
“Are you going to spank me?” she asked hopefully.
“Yes. But not right now. Now we’re going to sleep.”
She made a face. The only light was from the moon coming in through the window, but she knew he could see her well enough. “Maybe I want more.”
“Maybe you’ll get it. In the morning. It’s after one, lover. And we have things in mind for tomorrow.”
We. Uh-oh. And he expects me to sleep after that?
He unzipped. He was half-hard, she noticed. It wasn’t that he was uninterested. He crawled into bed and she had a notion to grab his cock in her fist and pump it to full hardness. But he rolled her over and spooned her, his cock nestling between her cheeks and his hand draping casually on her right breast.
“Tomorrow will be worth being awake for. Promise.”
It sounded as if he had it all planned out. She closed her eyes, thinking she’d never sleep. The thought lasted only a few minutes. He was so warm, strong and comforting, after a few wiggles of her ass to feel his cock get harder, she drifted back to sleep.
She woke up when he moved away. Light was streaming in the window, pink-tinged from the veil-like curtains.
“Where are you going?” She rolled over to face him.
“To get ready,” he said. “Trust your Dom, Kelly.”
She pouted but it didn’t do her any good. He pulled on his pants anyway.
“You need to get ready too,” he told her.
“Do I g
et to wear clothes this time?”
“Sort of.”
She rolled her eyes.
“What you’re allowed to wear will be brought to you. You don’t need to worry about that. First, you’ll take a bath.”
“Alone?”
“This time, yes.”
“I don’t do baths. I take showers.” Much faster. Much more efficient. And she’d gotten completely out of the habit of indulging herself during the last water shortage. Besides, she didn’t want to move or have him leave.
She hadn’t recalled ever seeing him move so quickly. She thought of him as slow and deliberate. Gentle, even. But in a flash he pulled the sheets completely off her, creating a rush of cool air against her naked body. He lifted her as easily as he would a kitten and pulled her over his lap ass upward before any of her self-defense training could kick in. Not that very much of it had started with her lying on her side on a bed, but there were still a few moves. She doubted he’d appreciate being kneed, however, so it was probably just as well she hadn’t—
Smack! His hand on her bottom stung mightily, interrupting her thoughts. He spanked her again before she had a chance to protest. So much for gentle. “Hey! What was that for?”
“I said a bath. It’s not up for discussion.”
Suddenly she started laughing. She couldn’t help herself. The last time she’d been spanked by her mother was for not taking a bath, and here she was again. It wasn’t the same, of course—she’d been filthy from playing rugby in the mud with the neighborhood boys and had tromped up to her room rather than going straight to the tub, leaving mud on the stairs.
“And what is so funny?” asked Tom.
She told him.
He chuckled. “Okay, I see the humor.” Then he got serious. “I’m not raising any childhood trauma, am I?”
“No, not at all. It’s not a bad memory.” She’d had fun playing ball, and it was totally worth it.
“Good.” He swatted her again and she yelped. She thought she’d derailed him.
“I’ll take a bath!” she yelled and giggled again. She tried to stifle it. She didn’t want him to think she was laughing at him and get upset. She twisted to try to look at him, needing reassurance that he wasn’t mad.
“Good girl,” he said. He was grinning. “Now hop to it before I have to spank you again.”
Now that she was sure he wasn’t angry, she wished he would. She wiggled her butt at him instead of obeying.
“Nice try, Kelly,” he said. “Trust me, I will find a punishment that you don’t like so much if you don’t start obeying.”
She was tempted to dare him to try but she thought better of it. She suspected he could find something. The time-outs her mother had used for a while were far more traumatic than the spankings had been. She didn’t want to be away from him for any longer than she had to, which was part of the reason she had resisted the bath. Well, even a bath could be taken quickly. “Yes Sir,” she said.
“Good girl.” He spanked her again, making her sting. “Up you go.”
“I thought I wasn’t being punished anymore!” she yelped.
“The other swats weren’t punishment, they were motivation. And that one was a reward. Now move.”
She wriggled off his lap, “accidentally” pressing her hand against his cock for leverage. Yep, hard. She grinned in satisfaction. That’s all for me. If he’s willing to wait for it, I suppose I can too. She stroked her trailing hand along it once, and then walked to the bath, swaying her hips.
“Very nice, Kelly,” he said in a voice that was appreciative but entirely too calm.
She shut the door behind her and turned on the hot water for the bath. She had thinking to do. A part of her appreciated his control. Another part wanted him to lose it, to get so hot he pressed her against the wall and fucked her hard then and there. He’s had lots of women. Prettier women. He’s not going to lose control over me.
It would help if I knew what I wanted. Her initial impulse was to balance the scales. He’s had lots of women? Well, now he has to share me with Roger. But she didn’t want Roger. Roger was strong and buff and had a nice cock. He knew where to touch and how and when. But there was no connection there, and for all Tom’s cool, she felt one with Tom.
The thought of cool reminded her that she hadn’t tested the water so she stuck a finger in. It was way too hot and she needed to turn on the cold water tap for balance. She did so, then looked around. There were black bottles of shampoo and conditioner, the same brand that she always turned down as too expensive when the salon tried to sell them to her. A bottle of bubble bath, scented with sweet orange, and another bottle of body wash with lilac. A razor, still in the package. Nice fluffy burgundy towels.
I should enjoy the luxury.
It was too late to get the full effect from the bubble bath, she rationalized, as most of the water was drawn already. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the scents of the other things. She tested the water. Satisfied, she stepped in and stretched out. The bathtub was big enough she didn’t have to scrunch up her legs. She opened the body wash and soaped up, breathing deep the lilac. It was one of her favorite smells in the world. Sometimes I get lucky.
No, it’s not luck. Tom asked me what scents I liked on our first date. She was amazed he remembered. She breathed deep the enchanting fragrance while she washed her hair and her body.
As she got out, her eyes went to the razor. Clearly it was there in case she wanted to shave her legs. But that wasn’t the only place she could shave. Would he like it if she went further?
She made a face at herself and the way she instinctively sought his approval. But if ever there was a place and a time to be daring, this was it. I should find out what it’s like to be bare there for me. She put a folded towel on the side of the tub, sat on it and took out the razor.
Still, I hope he likes it. She knew full well she’d never shave her pussy unless someone special was going to see the results. She grabbed the big bath towel, dried off her torso and went to work.
She felt particularly naughty when she’d finished. She wrapped the towel around herself. As expected, Tom was gone. The bed had been made and on it was a plain white box, a few inches tall and a foot long. A simple red bow had been tied around the box. My outfit for the day.
She opened the package, expecting to find something kinky. Red latex perhaps, or black leather. Impossibly high-heeled shoes. The sort of thing she’d never wear anywhere else but at a bondage resort. Instead, what greeted her was a mass of lace and satin in a pink so soft it was almost white. The lingerie was lovely, although it looked almost virginal. If it were white she could imagine a bride wearing it for her wedding day. She pulled out lace-edged panties and a demi-bra and set them on the bed. Beneath them was a dress, white with big splotches of bright-pink flowers and green leaves. She held it up to herself and looked in the mirror. It was light but not translucent and the hem came to mid-thigh. She frowned. After she’d gone to the effort to shave her nether parts, she’d been afraid that she’d be asked to walk around naked. But this was the other extreme.
The last item in the box was a pair of strappy sandals, white to match the dress. They had heels but nothing extreme. It was the sort of outfit she’d wear on a vacation to Bali or such. She imagined for many women the fact that Submission Island was a tropical island paradise was a lot of the attraction, but that wasn’t why she was here.
She put it all on anyway. It was sexier than she’d thought. The neckline of the dress plunged low in the front and, combined with the sexy but very supportive demi-bra, she was showing off far more cleavage than she was used to. That will catch the boys’ attention. Hopefully especially Tom’s. She’d expected whatever they chose would make her feel sexy but she hadn’t been prepared for pretty.
She wished she knew where she stood, although she supposed it was fair enough that she didn’t given the way she’d disappeared. But he’d left quickly in the morning. Sex would have been comforting. Instead
he’d left her wanting, with an edge to her libido she was trying to ignore. And now he wanted her fully covered—well, except for a fair amount of her breasts. She frowned. Confidence, girl.
I’ll figure it out. But probably only when he wants me to.
She opened the door and stepped out. The smell of bacon wafted up to her. It might not be healthy but it was way too good to resist.
“Ah, the star of our show,” said Carter with a grin, looking up from some papers he was going through on the card table as she came down the staircase. He put down his red pen.
Star? She didn’t know that she wanted to be the star. Julia wondered where Tom was but she was also hungry. “What’s for brekkie, besides bacon?”
“Eggs!” called Natalie from the kitchen. A moment later she appeared. She was wearing a translucent apron and nothing else, making Julia wonder again why she had been given relatively normal clothes to wear. Natalie turned. While the apron was indecent from the front, it was just a few strings in the back. No doubt Carter was enjoying the view. Julia followed because she wanted food.
Carter followed. Natalie scooped two fried eggs onto each plate along with several rashers of bacon, and they each grabbed a plate and headed for the table. Apparently they’d been waiting for her to eat breakfast, but that didn’t help her figure out what was going on.
Carter untied Natalie’s apron and settled her on his lap. Natalie looked so comfortable there Julia had a flash of jealousy. The two of them obviously enjoyed each other’s company. It seemed simple and right, but she wasn’t a part of it. They started eating and Julia did likewise. The bacon was delicious and the eggs cooked right, soft without being too runny.
“Where is Tom? And Roger?” she asked, unable to restrain her curiosity any longer.
“See, Master, I told you. Tom first,” Natalie said.
Carter raised his eyebrows. “She asked after both.”
“But she didn’t intend to. Or she’d have asked where are Tom and Roger.” Natalie turned back to look at Julia. “Wouldn’t you have?”
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