Anything But Mine

by Justice, Barbara

  “So…where are we going?”

  Grinning, Vince replied, “Serenity Island.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  “Serenity Island?” Jen looked at Vince with raised eyebrows.

  “It’s a private island in the British Virgin Islands,” Vince replied, clearly pleased with himself. “And we have it completely to ourselves for the next week.”

  “Completely to ourselves? Really?”

  When Vince confirmed that they would have the island all to themselves for the first part of their honeymoon, Jen wasn’t sure if she should be happy that her husband went to great lengths, and spared no expense, to ensure their privacy, or nervous that they would be completely alone for the next week. “Tell me about the island,” she said.

  “There are several guest cottages, as well as the main house,” Vince explained. “There are pools, a tennis center, kayaking, and of course there are beautiful beaches. There’s also a full staff to take care of anything we want, from food and drinks, to masseuses and personal trainers. There’s even a yacht, if we want to spend a day out on the water.”

  As she listened to Vince’s description of Serenity Island, Jen began to get excited about the trip. He really thought of everything, she mused. “Now I understand why you told me to make sure I packed everything I’d need for a week because there wouldn’t be anyplace to buy things. It never occurred to me that you’d whisk me off to a private island.”

  “I just want to make you happy, Jennifer” Vince said. “That’s all I want to do.”

  Jen curled up against her husband and sighed. “I know, Vince. I know.”

  The helicopter touched down on Serenity Island shortly before 1:00 p.m., and Jen and Vince were warmly greeted by the island staff, before they were ushered into a golf cart. One of the island’s staff members explained that he was taking them to the main house on the island, where they would be staying for the week, but they were also welcome to stay in any of the other cottages on the island any night they wished.

  As they were driven across the small island, Jen took in the views and inhaled the scent of the tropical flowers. This is paradise, she thought.

  Once they arrived at the main house, they freshened up and changed into bathing suits and cover ups, before wandering out to the terrace by the pool, where they were served a lunch of shrimp salad, sliced avocados and tomatoes, and freshly baked rolls.

  “Everything is delicious,” Jen said, as she thanked the staff. “This is my favorite kind of lunch.”

  “I’m so glad you like it,” Vince said, once they were alone. “I e-mailed the staff with some menu suggestions for the week, so that they would have all your favorite food and drinks on hand.”

  That was really sweet and thoughtful, she thought, looking at her husband across the table and seeing him in a different light. “Thank you, Vince. You really thought of everything.”

  “I just want to make you happy,” he replied.

  When they finished eating, Vince asked, “Would you like to take a walk on the beach?”

  “Actually, if you don’t mind, I’d prefer to sit here under an umbrella, and maybe take a dip in the pool,” Jen said. “I don’t want to get too much sun on our first day here.”

  “Sounds good,” Vince said, as he watched Jen remove her cover up and slather on some sun screen before laying down in the shade on a cushioned lounge chair, where she promptly fell asleep. Vince remained seated at the table, staring at Jen while she napped. She looks so young, and vulnerable, when she is sleeping, he thought as he snapped some photos of her.

  Over the next couple of days, Jen and Vince took their time exploring Serenity Island, delighting at all the wildlife they happened upon as they took daily walks. Jen was particularly taken with the flamingos and the peacocks that roamed the island, whipping out her phone to take pictures every time she saw them.

  Vince enjoyed watching Jen’s expression as she gleefully described seeing lizards sunbathing on some rocks when she returned to the house after having a massage one morning, and then jotting her experience down in the journal she was keeping of their trip. I’ve got to be the luckiest man alive, he thought.

  Other than the hour or so he spent reviewing e-mails each day, Vince refrained from working, and Jen noticed that most of his usual edginess had dissipated during the first few days of their honeymoon. Other than when he craved her body for sex, which she readily gave him, he was relaxed most of the time, causing Jen to wonder, why does his demeanor become so dark and serious when he becomes aroused?

  After breakfast one morning, while they were in the hot tub, he asked, “Do you remember your birthday, when we talked about some fantasies I’d like to act out?”

  Looking warily at her husband, Jen replied, “Sure. How could I forget my birthday?”

  “I’d like to try some new things with you, and explore some of those fantasies with you, while we’re here,” he said, as his eyes narrowed into dark slits.

  “Okay,” Jen said tentatively. I wonder what he wants to do with me.

  Jen wasn’t left wondering for long. During one of their morning hikes, they passed by a beach pavilion with a fire pit, seating area and a large bed with mounds of throw pillows and strands of what looked like tiny Christmas lights attached to the bed posts and the overhead canopy. As Vince surveyed the area, his eyes took on the dark, passionate look that signaled to Jen that he wanted her. But instead of taking her there and then, as she expected he would, he sat in a shaded area by the fire pit, and beckoned her to join him.

  As she went to sit down next to him, Vince caught her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap, holding her close against his chest. Jen rested her head on his shoulder and softly kissed his neck, feeling his body relax in the process.

  They held each other quietly for a little while, before Vince took a deep breath, and asked, “Jennifer, do you trust me?”

  Puzzled by his question, she shifted her body around on his lap so she could look at him, and answered, “Yes, of course I trust you.”

  He nodded, and pulled her close again. “Remember yesterday, when we were in the hot tub? I told you there were some fantasies, some role playing that I’d dreamt of acting out with you for a long time.”

  “I remember.”

  “This location,” he said, gesturing towards the fire pit and canopied bed, “would be the perfect setting. But I need you to place your total trust in me.”

  “Why?”

  Vince took a deep breath, and as he gave a detailed explanation of what he wanted to do with her, Jen felt herself involuntarily shiver, and her blood run cold. Oh God, she thought. Not that. I’m open to just about anything but that. But how can I refuse him without getting him into a rage? She heard him ask if they could act out the scene he had just described later that evening and, feeling as though she had no choice, found herself agreeing to everything. For the first time, it dawned on her that there was a downside to being on a private island, and thought, there is no place to run if things take a bad, dangerous turn.

  Late that afternoon, after her massage, Jen returned to the main house, and discovered a note from Vince containing the simple request to change into the white cotton bikini and matching lacy sarong she had knit, to wait until a member of the staff arrived, and to comply with any instructions or directions she was given.

  Jen felt her pulse quicken and she began to tremble as she walked towards the armoire to retrieve her white bikini and sarong. She applied moisturizer all over her body and let it dry before she tied on the top and bottom of the cotton string bikini, and then tied the sarong around her waist. She realized Vince’s note said nothing about footwear, but decided to wear a pair of white flip flops in case they walked back from the pavilion later on. As Jen looked in the mirror, hoping Vince would be pleased with her, she heard a knock on her door.

  When Jen opened the door, Shabaa, on
e of the island’s tall and particularly well-built staff members, was waiting for her on the other side.

  “Mr. Moscolo sent me for you,” he said.

  Jen’s pulse began to race as she realized Shabaa was holding a large knife and some rope in his hands. Oh God, she thought. This is really happening.

  Shabaa saw the fear register on Jen’s face and, thinking she was going to run, grabbed her wrists. In a flash, he tied her hands together with the rope. He cut the rope with his knife and pushed her backwards onto the bed, and quickly bound her ankles together.

  “No, Shabaa, please don’t,” she protested.

  “I’m sorry, Mrs. Moscolo,” he replied. “I won’t hurt you. I’m just following orders.”

  Jen looked down at the floor and replied, “I know you are.”

  With that, Shabaa leaned down, picked her up around the waist, and slung her over his shoulder as he began the walk towards the beach pavilion.

  Despite being unable to see her surroundings or where they were going because she was facing the ground, a few minutes later Jen noticed the light and heat of the bonfire as Shabaa came to a stop, and said, “Master, I have brought you the girl.”

  Vince gestured towards the bed, and sternly instructed Shabaa, “Put her down so I can inspect her.”

  After Shabaa obediently deposited Jen on the bed, Vince said, “Help her to her feet. I want to take a good look before I decide whether to accept her.”

  Jen was trembling and silently stared at her feet, as Vince made a grand gesture of walking around her, lasciviously looking her up and down.

  Vince grasped her chin and jerked her head up. Addressing her directly, he said, “Shabaa tells me you are pure. Is it true that you’ve never been with a man before?”

  Barely able to speak, Jen replied, weakly, “Yes.”

  Anger flashed in Vince’s eyes. “Is that how you address me? Is it?” He raised his hand as if to slap her, but when he saw Jen flinch, he dropped his hand to his side instead.

  “Master. Yes, Master, I’m pure,” she replied, following Vince’s lead.

  Vince stared at her, with his arms folded across his chest. Finally, he said, “She’ll do,” and pointed towards the bed.

  Shabaa scooped Jen up and placed her on the bed. Vince’s eyes were dark and his demeanor was sinister, as he commanded Shabaa, “Secure her to the bed so she can’t escape.”

  Shabaa jerked Jen’s wrists backwards, and she heard the click of metal. She tried to move her arms, but something was holding them backwards and behind her head.

  As she struggled, she heard Vince’s sick laughter. “You can’t escape. Don’t even try.” He approached the bed, and ran a finger down from her neck to her breasts, then down her torso to the top of her bikini bottom and across her inner thighs. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way,” he said, as he pushed her knees apart. “But, either way, we are going to do this. I am going to make you mine, and you will submit to me tonight.”

  Jen gasped as Vince drew a large knife from the waistband of his shorts, waving it at her. Her heart beat rapidly as she thought, he’s sick, he’s insane. I have to keep my head clear and find a way to buy into the role he wants me to play. Swallowing hard, she whispered, “Yes, Master,” as he cut the ropes away from her ankles, freeing her legs and pushing them apart.

  “Don’t fight me, or I’ll tie your legs up again, but with them spread apart this time,” Vince warned.

  Jen conveyed her understanding by nodding her head. “Yes, Master.”

  Vince knelt down on the bed between her legs, and untied the bow that secured the sarong around her waist, before moving up her body to untie the two bows holding her bikini top in place.

  As he removed her bikini top, Jen felt incredibly exposed, not knowing whether any of the staff was watching the scene play out. She blushed and began to tremble, knowing she was helpless and that Vince was in complete control of her destiny.

  He sensed her fear, and seemed to feed off of it, as he hungrily took her breasts, one at a time, into his mouth, teasing her with his tongue.

  Jen’s breathing became shallow, as he took his time with her, getting her ready. As she watched Vince move down her body, and begin to remove her bikini bottom, Jen heard herself whisper, “Master?”

  He whipped his head up. “Yes, speak, girl,” he said, angry that she had interrupted his fantasy.

  She focused her big brown eyes on him, and as innocently and sincerely as she could, begged, “Please be gentle with me, Master. It’s my first time.”

  Jen’s plea seemed to turn Vince on even more than he already was, and she watched as his demeanor softened. Encouraged, she dared to continue speaking. “I have heard you are a good man, and although I have no experience, I want to try to please you, if you will show me how.”

  Instead of answering her, Vince returned his attention to removing her bikini bottom. If Jen had felt exposed before, she felt completely bare and on display as she lay naked on the bed, and completely out of control of her destiny.

  She turned her head and watched as Vince stood and removed his shorts, revealing his engorged manhood. Jen instinctively brought her knees up and drew them together, but Vince was back on the bed in a flash.

  He pushed her legs apart and secured them with the ankle shackles that were on either side of the bed. “I warned you not to fight me, Jennifer,” he said, as he snapped the shackles closed.

  Her heart began to race a mile a minute, and the fear she felt previously had now escalated into utter panic. Oh my God, please help me, she thought as she began to tremble uncontrollably.

  Vince kneeled over her, with a menacing look on his face. “Your disobedience should be punished,” he said, as he reached for her throat and gripped it with both hands.

  Jen struggled, and was barely able to breathe. He is going to kill me, she thought.

  Instead, Vince released his grasp on her throat. “You’re too pretty to kill,” he said, as he began kissing her gently. He worked his way down her neck to her breasts, where his mouth lingered for some time, before traveling down her body to her exposed womanhood.

  As he reached down and ran his fingers up and down her opening, Jen was startled by how wet she was, and when he slipped a finger inside her and pronounced her ready for him, she silently had to agree.

  Vince reached for one of the small throw pillows on the bed and, lifting her up slightly, placed it beneath her bottom. “Much better,” he said, as he positioned himself at her opening. Taking his erection in his hand, he teased her with it at her most sensitive and vulnerable spots, making her squirm with pleasure, before gently guiding it inside her, a little at a time, until he filled her completely.

  He took his time, slowly moving back and forth within her, until he could no longer control himself. Desire and passion overtook him, and he began to ravage her body until he could no longer hold back, erupting within her while crying out her name. He collapsed on top of her, where he lay for a few minutes while catching his breath, before withdrawing from inside her.

  Just when Jen thought it was over, he said, “A good master rewards his slave when she submits to him.” He began to massage her most sensitive part with his fingers, mixing his juices with hers, and as she began to moan with pleasure, Vince cackled maniacally. You’re mine, and I control you completely, he thought, as he brought her to an explosive climax.

  CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

  The following morning, Jen crawled out of bed just after dawn. She slipped into the shower, where she scrubbed herself clean as she tried to make sense of the events of the previous night. She knew she had pleased Vince because he had told her so a number of times during the remainder of the evening, but she was disturbed by his violence towards her during their role-play. He is so controlling, which is why he was so turned on by tying me up, she thought. But why did he keep threatening to hurt me?


  After drying off and applying some aloe vera lotion to her wrists and ankles to help soothe the minor rope burn, Jen dressed in a bikini and cover up before going into the kitchen in search of something to eat. Vince was ravenous after acting out his fantasy last night, but I was way too upset to eat, she thought.

  The staff seemed startled when Jen entered the kitchen, as guests generally did not enter that area of the house. Noticing their surprise, Jen asked, “Is it okay if I join you?”

  When the staff welcomed her, Jen sat down at the island. “Can I help you prepare breakfast?” Although they agreed to let her help, she sensed their unease, and she began instead to ask about the recipes for some of her and Vince’s favorite meals that they had been served while on the island. Before long, they were all laughing and animatedly exchanging recipes, with Jen busily making notes on a pad of paper.