by Lisabet Sarai, Trina Lane, Elizabeth Coldwell, Charlotte Stein, Jane Davitt, Justine Elyot
Lucas turned away and stared out at the horizon. “You know I want to live the lifestyle twenty-four/seven, and it’s more difficult to find the right person willing to be soul mate and slave all wrapped into one.” He leant against the wooden railing of the balcony. “So many slaves have come and gone from my life. Eventually, they each wanted to pursue a normal lifestyle and ended up leaving. I don’t begrudge them. Everyone needs to carve out the life that’s right for them. This doesn’t mean I’m not lonely, though.”
Derrick had never heard his friend talk about his needs in such a long stretch. The man portrayed the consummate playboy Dom with such aplomb that Derrick never realised Lucas was lonely. Living and working on this island didn’t help. All the guests who came here were already paired up. That was how they’d designed the resort. Derrick didn’t want this slice of heaven to become another meat market, but a haven for those of like-minded inclinations. Maybe this was Lucas’ chance? This Elaina person was without a Master, Lucas without a slave. Could it be fate?
“What about Ms. Roman?”
“What about her?”
“You said she’s beautiful, and we both know single.”
Lucas shook his head. “She’s stunning, no doubt, but not the right one. I’d love to play with her, but I can already tell she’s new to the scene. Maybe even searching for her identity as a sub. I sensed excitement and anxiety. I need someone who’s experienced, who’s comfortable in their skin as a slave.” Lucas turned his head to see Derrick standing beside him. “Besides, I think she already has her eye on someone, and I’d never willingly be a consolation prize.”
“Who?” Derrick growled.
Derrick ran his hand through the thick strands of his dark brown hair. He really should cut it in this heat but never quite found the time to take a trip to one of the bigger islands. Why the fact that Elaina already had her sights set on someone on the island bothered him, he had no idea. He’d never even met the woman. His only exposure was the registration questionnaire she’d submitted. That, and seeing her lithe body stroll down the boardwalk to his island, watching the gentle sway of her hips, her hair glinting in the sun. Derrick had frozen when their eyes had met for the briefest of seconds. She’d been standing beneath the verandah, looking up into the palms swaying above her head when her gaze had landed on him standing in this exact spot. The large almond-shaped lids had widened in surprise, then the moment had passed.
“That’s right,” Lucas said, smugly. “You, my friend, are her choice du jour. Now, she’s downstairs checking in as we speak. May I suggest you haul your ass down there and introduce yourself before some pair tries to wheedle her into a three-way.”
Derrick spun on the ball of his foot and raced through his office with the sound of Lucas’ laughter as his soundtrack. He leant over the balcony inside the reception area hoping to spot his prey. When he didn’t see the dark, brownish-red tresses he began to panic, until…there! A hint of bare leg flashed in his peripheral vision. He had no idea why he was convinced that particular leg belonged to Elaina, but some part of him knew only one person had skin so smooth and toned. He gathered his wits since it was unseemly for the top dog of a BDSM resort to appear so discombobulated over a potential sub.
He slowly walked down the wide-planked wooden steps then strode across the reception area in complete command. Several of his employees and one couple, who’d been repeat guests, nodded to him as he entered the open-air bar on the lower level. There, sitting at the bar with a look of dejection was the first woman who’d sparked something deep inside him in many years. Maybe Lucas was right—god forbid the man actually hear him say that—maybe it was time to move on. Time for him to find the right woman for whom he could be both a lover and Master.
Elaina Roman, could you be her?
* * * *
Elaina sat at the bar swirling her little pink umbrella around the edge of whatever alcohol-infused fruit drink the bartender had given her. The afternoon shadows slowly invaded the island. The sound of waves rolling up onto the shore mingled with soft guitar music being played in the corner by an artist. However, the beauty of her surroundings couldn’t dispel the insidious desolation taking over her body.
What was she supposed to do now? Her bags had been taken to the bungalow she and ‘her Master’ had been assigned. However, before she braved that nest she’d needed a little liquid fortification. The staff was under the impression that her Master would be joining her later, and everywhere she looked there were couples and quartets lounging around in various stages of dress and undress. A few of the outfits made her eyes bug out, as they seemed to be missing coverage in a few key places. One woman was kneeling on the floor beside a man sitting in a chair with nothing more than a few leather straps criss-crossing her skin. Apparently she and Anne had made one major error in their research. This particular resort was for couples only.
How they’d missed that she wasn’t too sure, but suspected it had something to do with the pitcher of margaritas they’d consumed while trolling the Internet. The whole idea to take this trip had been a whim. Elaina had known she was overdue for some vacation time from the sports medicine clinic where she worked as an orthopedist. With Mike no longer in the picture, it’d seemed like a good time to hightail it out of town.
Elaina had been excited the whole trip down from Miami. Not only was she getting a vacation in a tropical paradise, she’d also finally be allowed to explore the desires that had consumed the corners of her mind ever since reading that woman’s account of life with her Master. She’d pictured her ideal Master in her mind. Tall. She wanted him taller than her own six-foot height, which had always been a struggle in the dating pool. Even when she’d found a man who was over six feet, every time she slipped on her prized Manolo Blahnik’s, she’d tower above him. Not a dynamic she yearned for in a dominant lover. So, yes, most definitely tall. Strong. His strength should be of mind and body. To carry his height with animalistic grace, he would need firm muscles. Muscles anchored to strong, chiseled bones. No steroid freak, just pure masculine beauty. She imagined kneeling at his feet, like the woman at the other table, looking up into dark liquid eyes—eyes that could command her with a single glance.
Whatever the bartender had put in her drink must’ve be good stuff, because she could swear her fantasy man was walking towards her. He was tall enough that she had to tilt her head up—even perched on the high stool—to meet his bottomless dark gaze. She took another sip of her drink, wanting to prolong the hallucination. Each stride of his long legs spoke of quiet strength. Every person’s eyes in the bar followed his movements, as if by hypnotic command. As her fantasy man came closer, she realised that his image didn’t waver as a desert mirage but became decidedly more corporeal. The dark, tanned skin of his neck showed at the open collar of his dress shirt. In the midst of all the scantily clad patrons, his apparel stated business rather than pleasure. Maybe he was a bouncer of some kind, here to kick her off the island? Elaina swallowed hard as her living dream stopped right in front of her.
“Ms. Roman, my name is Derrick Collins. I’m the owner of Placeres del Paraíso. I believe you met my manager Lucas when you arrived.”
Elaina shivered, the vibrations from Derrick’s deep voice resonating throughout her body. They landed and lingered in her already damp pussy. She tried to answer, only to have her breath strangle in her throat, her eyes locked on Derrick’s full lips as arousal took over her body. She wanted to lean forward and lick the dark skin at the hollow of his throat. She ached to latch onto his strong arms, and feel the vitality beneath the trappings of his office. She clenched her legs together to appease the pulsating throbs demanding this man’s possession. What was wrong with her? She’d never reacted to the presence of a male like this before. Maybe it was the drink—some type of super aphrodisiac mixed in with the succulent fruit. Heat flashed up from her core and landed in her cheeks. How much more obvious and idiotic could she appear?
“Elaina.” Derrick whispered,
stepping forward to support her neck from behind as he tilted her head up to meet his gaze.
“Yes, Sir?” How did that come out so easily?
“You’re alone on my island. We can’t allow that here. You have two choices. Either you leave now, or you become mine for the duration of your stay.”
“Yours, Sir?”
“Mine, Elaina. My submissive. My slave to pleasure. I’ll take you higher than you’ve ever been. I’ll feed your soul with every desire you could imagine, and some you’ve never dared dream of. You’ll leave my island with the knowledge of who you truly are. No more wondering if there could ever be more. No more wandering lost, seeking that, which can fulfil you.”
“Oh god.”
Elaina’s heart beat so fast she was sure it would jump from her chest. This larger than life man wanted to bring forth every dark fantasy she’d ever had. She stared into his eyes. So dark, there was no definition between his pupil and iris. He had hypnotic eyes, a deep commanding voice and the heat of his hand on her neck branded her skin. His touch was both arousing and secure.
“What’s it to be, Elaina?”
There really was no choice. The chance to experience everything she’d ever dreamt, or a frustrated boat ride back to Key West and a long, self-recriminating drive back home.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I’ll stay. I’ll be yours.”
Derrick placed a butterfly-soft kiss against her lips. The tender connection startled her. She’d expected him to overpower her, dominate her, claim her, but this felt more like a greeting between lovers. His lips lingered, their breath mingled. Elaina tilted her head closer—wanting a stronger connection—but Derrick backed away before she could increase the pressure.
“In time, I promise. That was to seal our agreement. When the time is right, I’ll give you what you need. You’ll be tied to my bed, your legs spread, my fingers buried deep in your dripping wet cunt. God, I can smell you, Elaina. I can smell how much you need. You’re close, aren’t you? I bet one little touch could set you off right now. One slide of my finger through your silky wet folds and you’d explode for me. Your body craves what I can give it. It craves to feel my hard cock buried deep inside you. It craves to hear my words commanding you.”
Elaina’s body shook from the force of her arousal. Derrick was right. One touch and she’d come. Probably harder than she’d ever done so in her life. His sexy voice ratcheted up her need with each syllable that passed his lips. She tried to rub her legs harder together to assuage some of the desire consuming her. Her clit pulsed and her nipples ached, pushing against the fabric of her camisole seeking sensation. She gasped when Derrick pulled her legs apart, firmly. Her short, khaki skirt rose high, nearly to her hips, as Derrick stepped between her spread thighs. Now, even she detected the scent of her arousal in the humid tropical air.
“No,” he growled. “You will not cheat me. You may not touch yourself, unless I order it. When we fuck, you will not come unless I expressly allow it. I said you would be mine, and I meant completely.”
She sat there in a public bar with her legs willingly spread for the most gorgeous man her imagination could have conjured. Other guests and staff sat idly by. Whether they watched her and Derrick she didn’t know, and for some reason, didn’t care. Elaina had never been one for voyeurism but now the thought that some of the other couples waited with bated breath to see what Derrick would do to her next, forced more slickness to seep from her pussy lips. She was so wet, so needy. Derrick’s hands had slid up her thighs to her hips. He pulled her to the edge of the seat. One large hand splayed across her lower back, the other buried in the mass of hair at her nape.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what?”
Her hands grasped his back, but his strength prevented their bodies from colliding the way she wanted. “I need to come.”
“Not yet.”
Elaina whimpered.
“Before I allow us to go any further there is one very important ground rule we need to establish.”
“Now?” Elaina exclaimed.
His denial actually made her angry. So many times she’d never even come close to having an orgasm, and now, when it was barely a breath away, this man was denying it. It made her frustrated. It made her almost furious.
“You get me all worked up. You make me actually want you, want what you say you can give me. You bring me this close, only to say ‘stop.’ What are you, some kind of sadist? Or wait, maybe you’re like a teenage virgin. All talk and no show.”
Derrick tightened his hand in Elaina’s hair a fraction. “Silence.”
Derrick’s voice hadn’t risen above a whisper, but the fury that had been churning inside her arrested with the single word. His dark eyes above her, which moments ago had been slumberous with desire, now burned with intensity.
“First of all, I denied you your orgasm not to deprive you of your pleasure, only prolong it. When I let you come, it will consume every part of you. The siren of your scream will echo across my island, and I’ll be the only one to witness such a beautiful sight. Secondly, before we get any deeper, we need to establish your safe word. Do you know what that is?”
Elaina swallowed hard. The image of her back arched high, head thrown back in ecstasy as Derrick made her come over and over again burned in her mind. She could feel the scream buried inside her and knew he was right. Elaina knew that this man would, for the first time in her life, make her experience a mind-blowing orgasm, and despite her recent lack of inhibition, she appreciated that he desired to share the experience between only the two of them.
“Safeword? That’s like the magic word, right? I say it and all games stop.”
“That’s right. No matter what we are doing. The moment that word crosses your lips, it all stops. I could be spanking you, have you trussed in silken ropes or be shoving my cock deep inside you, and time will stand still. So what’s it to be?”
Elaina was still stuck on the image of her tied up in ropes. Did he mean tied to a bed, a chair, or, oh god, she’d seen images on the Internet of women suspended from ceiling held prisoner by intricate webs of rope. Surely he didn’t mean—
What am I supposed to be thinking of again? Oh right safe word. “Um…penguin?”
Derrick chuckled. “Penguin it is.”
Chapter Two
Derrick led Elaina out onto the dance floor. He pulled her into his arms and swayed to the soft melodies coming from hidden speakers. It was peaceful now, but once a week this quiet open-air cantina turned into a raging night club with all the lights and loud music one would expect to find on Duval Street
in Key West.
Elaina felt so good in his arms. He hadn’t realised when she’d been sitting at the bar just how tall she was. When upright, the top of her head came to his chin, which was something he’d never experienced with a playmate. Elaina’s reactions to his directives at the bar had launched his desire to Master her to uncharted heights. The scent of her arousal floating up to greet him had nearly done him in. His cock had throbbed with the need to plunge deep inside her, hard. Elaina’s whole body had opened to him, begging for his mastery. She’d been only moments away from splintering the air with her cry of completion, and as much as he’d wanted to experience that song, he knew the longer he could keep her on the edge, the harder she would fall. The more she’d crave what only he could give her. The more he would crave to give it to her. In that, he would become her slave.
Where these intense feelings were coming from, he didn’t know. He’d played with countless women over the years, both before and after opening this resort. He’d only known of Elaina’s existence for a couple of weeks and met her a mere hour ago, but something deep inside told him this woman was different.
He didn’t know if he was ready to trust in a relationship again. Carolyn had burned him good, and despite knowing, logically, that all women wouldn’t stampede across his heart, it was difficult to believe, to accept,
to allow any vulnerability to the fairer sex. It was no hardship to Master them with a firm hand and commanding voice. His body, his psyche demanded control as much as Elaina’s demanded submission, but trust was a two-way street and he was firmly hogging both lanes.
Derrick’s erection pressed against her as they danced. The firmness dug into her stomach with their bodies plastered together. He felt huge, and she was both nervous and excited to see his cock in its full, bare glory. Performing rough calculations in her head, she knew him to be quite a bit larger than Mike. Hell, quite a bit larger than any man she’d slept with. Would she be able to take him? Would her pussy stretch to accommodate his width? How much of his length would she be able to swallow? Was it even possible to fit something that big inside her ass?
“What are you thinking about so hard, Elaina?”
Yeah, like I’m going to tell you that. “Nothing,” she squeaked.
“Honesty, is a key to our arrangement. When I ask you a question I expect a truthful answer. Now…what were you thinking about?”
She knew her cheeks must be turning bright red with embarrassment. Hopefully, the shadows in the bar disguised the reaction. “Your cock,” she whispered.
“What about it?” Derrick spun Elaina around so her back was plastered to his chest. He captured her hips in his grasp and ground his against her. He bent his head and whispered in her ear, “What about my cock? It’s hard for you. It wants to fill every opening of your body. I’m not a small man in any respect, but don’t worry, before I slip my cock inside you, you’ll be so primed your body will open like a magnificent flower. I’ll thrust inside you with more power than you’ve ever known and you’ll love every second of it. Your juices will flood from your body, and your mind with splinter with ecstasy.”