by Sam Crescent
Emily cut off the thoughts and allowed her body to rule her decisions. She grew tired of the never-ending doubts that plagued her.
“Fight it, baby,” Jason said.
****
Jason saw the battle she fought. He’d met her mother and the deadbeat she called a father. The moment he’d been introduced to them, he’d known why she held a part of herself away from him. He didn’t know if Emily knew it yet but she was afraid of being hurt. She cut herself off from all emotion because of fear.
He hated seeing her like this.
In the depths of her eyes he saw two emotions. The first emotion was desire. Jason saw her need to connect with him. He understood because he’d suffered in the same way. There hadn’t been a woman in his life where he could be himself, until Emily. She didn’t judge him for being a Dom or being in the lifestyle. It helped that she was part of the lifestyle. The moment he’d first met her, Jason had fallen for her.
In response to him, Emily slammed her lips down on his. Her tongue plundered his mouth as she rubbed her body against him. This was her idea of fighting. It wouldn’t be long before she started pulling away from him. He let out a sigh and then claimed her mouth. If it was all she was willing to give then he’d take it, for now.
“Please, Sir, fuck me,” she said. He heard the begging in her tone. Closing his eyes, he waited for the pleasure to wash over him. Whenever she called him by his title it affected him in the most delightful of ways.
He let go of her hair and reached down between them. Grabbing the thick length of his cock, he rubbed the naked tip against her wet slit. Cream coated the head, giving him natural lubrication. She moaned and thrust her pelvis against his length.
“Stop that.”
She paused as he eased the head into her entrance. Jason felt the tightness of her cunt squeeze him with every inch he sunk into her.
Jason gripped her hips and forged his way to the hilt inside her. She cried out. Her head rested against the wall and a cry left her lips. He stilled, relishing the feel of her pussy contracting around him. Her pussy was trying to suck him inside.
“Feels so good,” she said. She stared at him between drooped eyes.
“Let me make it better.” He eased out of her tightness and then slammed back inside. Her cries rent the air as he fucked her against the door. Jason didn’t give her time to get used to his invasion. He fucked her hard and fast, watching her tits bounce with each thrust.
He’d missed this. Being inside her felt like pure heaven and cemented his determination to claim her as his own.
Pulling out of her wetness, he thrust at her entrance, only allowing her to have the tip.
“Stop teasing me.”
He sucked her large red nipples. She succumbed to him. His legs started to ache from the position but he wanted to see her come apart before they moved.
Reaching down between them, he fingered her clit as he thrust inside her. The pleasure of the angle and the feel of her around him built his release. Within minutes Emily screamed as her release swept over her. He felt each tight pulse as she came. Closing his eyes, Jason fucked her harder than ever before.
She held him close as he took her against the wall.
His grip tightened on her hips. She’d be bruised from his touch but in that moment he didn’t care. His release flowed over him. He plunged inside her and come filled her body.
Her head rested against his. He licked his lips then opened his eyes.
“Wow,” she said.
He knew exactly what she meant.
Without pulling out, he moved them to the bed. He lay on top of her, staring down into her eyes.
“I can’t believe you spent that money.” She cupped his cheek. Her fingers ran over his skin, sending sparks through his whole body.
He smiled down at her. Jason pushed her hair out of the way and stared into her blue eyes. “When it comes to you there is nothing I wouldn’t do.”
She nibbled on her lip while she looked at him.
“What’s going on in that mind of yours?” he asked.
“I walked away from you.”
He frowned. The memory still remained a hard one to forget. He’d been down on one knee in front of a water fountain. There had been many couples around them at the time he’d proposed. She was the woman for him and he’d spent hours picking the right ring to give her. Getting down on one knee he’d been sure she’d accept, only, she didn’t.
Her eyes had filled with tears as she stared at him.
“Why do you have to spoil it?” she’d asked. Before he got chance to answer, Emily turned on her heel and left him.
“I know.”
“How can you stand to be near me?” she asked.
Jason gazed down at her. She really didn’t know. Shaking his head, he kissed her lips. “You’ll have your answer soon,” he said.
He pulled out of her and climbed off the bed. “You’re mine for the weekend. I’m going to run you a bath.”
“I don’t need you to run me a bath.”
He paused at the bathroom door and stared. His eyebrow rose as he looked at her.
“Sir, I can run my own bath, Sir,” she corrected.
The urge to smile was strong. Jason ignored it. “Remember that, because every time you forget my title I’ll take it out on your gorgeous ass.”
Chapter Three
Emily lay back and stared at the ceiling. There was no mirror above her. Jason had a mirror above his bed at his own place. She used to enjoy watching them make love. Jason’s body was a work of art and he sported a tattoo on his back. On the outside he appeared a conservative type of guy. There was absolutely nothing conservative about him. The tattoo was of a lion. It was with black ink and he’d never gotten colour to the design. She loved tracing the outline of the lion when he lay out in front of her. Another part of him that was not conservative was his domination. Jason wasn’t just a weekend dominant; it was part of him in all of his life.
He told people what to do and expected to be obeyed in all things. She sensed his need to command at work. When she’d defied him over something she saw him tense and the way he looked made her aware he wanted to spank her. She loved to test his control.
Many of her lunch breaks had been spent fantasising about him calling her into the office to punish her. She’d never been bent over his desk and punished. The thought of him spanking her ass sent a new wave of arousal through her.
She heard the water running. This was another part of Jason. He took control in everything. He had the money and the power to do it. Look at what he’d done in that hall. He’d outbid every other man to get what he wanted.
Why did she continue to fight him?
He was everything she wanted. Jason was possessive and completely devoted to her. She’d observed him with other women. He showed no interest in anyone else. The women who fawned over him got brushed to one side. She was his whole world.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
She turned to see him stood leaning against the bathroom doorframe. One hand lay on his hip while the other pressed on the wood.
“Nothing, Sir.” She smiled when she saw his cock thicken at the use of his title.
Her pussy tightened at the thought of him being inside her once again.
“Your bath is ready. Come on.” He ordered her to come to him.
Emily yawned, rolled over and got off the bed. She followed him through to the bathroom. He lifted her in his arms and placed her gently into the water.
The water felt good against her skin.
“Why did you come here?” he asked.
She stared up at him. “You never brought me here.”
He shook his head. “I come here to get away. When I was going to bring you, you’d already walked away from me. I intended to bring you here for an extended vacation. I’ve never participated in the auction before. I don’t make a habit of buying women. Charles is a good friend of mine.”
Shrugging, she r
an her hands through the soapy bubbles. “I don’t know why I came here. I think I wanted to escape what I’d done.”
“Escape what?”
“It was getting harder for me being around you. I thought this resort could kick my butt back into getting out there.”
His eyes darkened as he knelt. His hand disappeared into the soapy water. His fingers caressed her thigh within seconds. His touch made her want him more.
“You were going to allow another man to touch you? To put his hands on your body?”
She heard the anger in his voice. The growl in his tone made her aware she was treading on dangerous territory.
Emily cupped his face and forced him to look at her. “I don’t know what I’d have done. I wasn’t thinking when I took the leaflet and made the arrangements. I was miserable and I’d have done anything to feel alive again.”
He took her hand, kissed her knuckles before staring into her eyes. “No other man is allowed to touch you. I mean it. I wouldn’t be able to control myself. You’re mine.”
She smiled even as her nerves kicked in. “I’m not a toy.”
“I never said you were a toy. I said you’re mine. I mean it. I’ll hurt any man who touches you.”
Pulling her hand away, she stared at where his hand disappeared into the water. His fingers stroked the inside of her thigh, working his way up to her pussy. She covered his hand and shook her head.
“Not yet.”
“You’re mine,” he said.
“For this weekend.”
Jason stood abruptly. His fingers flicking water at her, making her yelp. He caught her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. “When this weekend is up, you’ll never think twice of leaving me.” He spoke the words the moment he broke the kiss.
She watched him walk out of the bathroom. His tight ass caught her attention. Emily remembered a time when she’d nibbled on that tight flesh. Smiling, she ran her hands through the bubbles.
The weekend had certainly taken an unexpected turn. She’d never expected Jason to turn up. Emily was grateful he had. Did she really want to be with another man? The thought of someone else touching her left her feeling cold and empty.
He’d ruined her for any man who’d want her. His possessive need and constant control was heady to be around. She loved the fact he craved her submission. It was nice to have her decisions and choices taken from her. Jason was a good dominant. He didn’t abuse his power. He’d mastered domination like he mastered most things in his life. There was nothing he couldn’t do when he put his mind to it.
She lay back in the water thinking about him.
Why wouldn’t he let her go? She’d hurt him when she’d walked away.
Stop thinking about what you did.
Walking away from him was the biggest mistake she’d ever made.
Closing her eyes, she forced the tears down. Now was not the time to weep over what she’d done. No matter how many times she regretted the decision to leave him, she hadn’t returned to him willingly. He’d bought her in an auction. Jason had once again saved her. She didn’t want any other man. The only person she desired was Jason.
You wanted him to do this. Why are you fighting your natural instinct to submit?
Cutting off the thoughts once again, she picked up the sponge and began to soap her body. While she bathed away the day she listened for Jason. Her thoughts were already returning to how best to please him.
****
Jason signed the check and handed it over to the man at the door. The waiter had brought a tray of food. The delicious scents made his stomach rumble. He’d not eaten since the morning and had started to feel his hunger.
“Enjoy your meal, Sir.”
Charles wanted to speak to him as well. His cell phone had been buzzing nonstop since the auction stopped. Jason glanced into the bathroom to see how Emily was getting on. She lay back in the water and it looked like her eyes were closed.
He grabbed his cell, sat down on the edge of the bed and received the call.
“Finally, do you know how long I’ve been trying to reach you?” Charles asked.
“Over thirty times. I figured you’d get the message after the tenth try, Charles. I was a little busy.”
“A million dollars? Do you have any idea what kind of a stir you’ve created with bidding that highly on an unknown sub?” Charles was angry.
Jason knew he’d be red in the face with anger. “I don’t see the problem, Charles. You make everyone sign a non-disclosure agreement every time they set foot on the island.”
“Who is that woman to you? You asked about her and I told you because you’re a friend.”
“She’s the one.”
Silence met his answer.
“The one who got away?”
He nodded and then realised Charles couldn’t see him.
“Yes, she works for me.”
Charles coughed over the line. “You mean to tell me the woman you fell in love with was in fact the sub who walked away after you proposed, and that same woman is the pissy personal assistant who works for you?”
“Yes.” Jason sounded like a fool. What kind of man and Dom keeps the woman in his life even after she tells you she doesn’t want to be with you permanently? “Letting another man touch her is not an option.”
“You and your little sub are going to be the talk of my resort. Subs are going to come here looking for their million-dollar man.”
“So, it’ll be good for business and charity. Just think, you’ll have a hefty donation to give your woman for her charity.”
Charles was in love with one of the women who helped raise money for the charity for disadvantaged kids.
“Whatever. Enjoy your weekend and, please, keep your attitude inside your room.”
His friend hung up, leaving Jason holding the phone when Emily entered seconds later.
“I thought I heard food come,” she said.
The towel wrapped around her body did little to hide her tempting curves. Her hair was bound up in another towel to dry.
“The food can wait. Come here.” He put the phone down, opened his legs and waited for Emily to come to him. She walked to him without hesitation.
When she stood in between his thighs, he ran his fingers up under the towel. Jason stared into her eyes as she gasped. Her legs opened and he cupped her heated flesh.
“You’re ready for me.”
“I’m always ready for you,” she said.
He eased two fingers inside her, feeling her pussy tighten around him. “I could touch you for hours.”
“I wouldn’t stop you.”
“Do you like me touching your body?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
Once again his cock thickened at the mention of his title.
Jason eased out of her heat and tore the towel from her body. He sucked his fingers into his mouth, relishing her taste. There was essence of his release but it didn’t overtake her natural taste. She was delicious. He stood, unwound the towel binding her hair and threw it on the floor.
Her hair, still damp, fell around her shoulders in waves. Jason left her side to grab a brush before returning to her. He sat down on the edge of the bed, then pointed at the floor by his feet. She knelt down, presenting her back to him.
He loved doing this. Combing her hair was one of the few pleasures he enjoyed. She kept her blonde locks long. When they were together he used to spend hours brushing her hair. They’d talk about anything and nothing to pass the hours. Sometimes they’d watch a movie as he played with her hair.
“I’ve missed this,” she said.
“Me too.” He ran the brush through her hair and was careful when he encountered the odd knot. The conditioner she used always helped against knots. “Your hair is so beautiful.”
“When I walked away I thought about getting it cut,” she admitted.
“Why?”
“It hurt to look in the mirror or brush my hair. I always thought of you and I didn’t want to.
”
Her admission meant the world to him. With each word she spoke he had more of a chance of winning her over.
Jason was a confident Dom. He understood his sub and he knew Emily completely. Her submission was a thing of beauty. He loved watching her come apart, knowing he was the reason for it.
Emily’s parents had inadvertently given her certain issues, her father’s infidelity being one of the biggest problems she’d dealt with growing up. Her mother had taken him back time and time again and Emily had witnessed the pain it caused her mother.
Shaking his head, Jason remained silent as he combed her hair.
“I thought you’d have found another sub when I left,” she said. Her voice sounded shaky.
“There will never be another sub to me.”
“You’re a Dom, Jason. Shouldn’t you be training another submissive?”
“I know what you’re trying to do. It’s not going to work. I’m not your father.”
He held her in place as she made to move at his words. Jason held her tightly, refusing to let go.
“Let go of me, damn it!”
She fought to get away. Jason wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. Her nakedness didn’t affect him. In that moment she needed comfort more than she needed a fuck.
“Let me go!”
“When will you learn I’ll never let you go?”
Still, she continued to fight. Jason held her close. His hold tightened.
“They always go. Men don’t know how to be faithful,” she said. The amount of hurt in her voice made him sick to his stomach. Her father had a lot to answer to. Jason intended to prove to her how different he really was.
“I’ve not looked at another woman.”
She shook her head. Tears spilled onto his arm and he cursed. He hated her tears. Emily was too damn precious to him.
“You’re lying.”
He took hold of her chin and turned her to face him. Her struggles stopped as she stared back at him. Her eyes swam with tears. They made her look so lost and alone. Whenever he was around she’d never be alone.
Chapter Four
She should stop talking but she couldn’t. Emily stared into his eyes and felt the fear that always gripped her when she was with him. Jason was a good-looking man and a great dominant. The instant she’d caught his eye all other men had been wasted on her. He captured her attention and kept it in ways that scared her. She felt a need to please him all the time. At work, she wanted him to be happy with her.