by Lisabet Sarai, Trina Lane, Elizabeth Coldwell, Charlotte Stein, Jane Davitt, Justine Elyot
“Derrick,” she gasped.
“Put your arms around my neck,” he ordered.
Elaina opened her eyes to find the entire bar had emptied. Where had everyone gone? There was no bartender or patrons. It was as if they’d all vanished into thin air, leaving only her and Derrick in this bubble of time.
Derrick’s large hand moved lazily down from her stomach where he’d been holding her, pressing her body tightly against his. Long fingers inched up the material of her skirt to her waist. Warm tropical air blew across the saturated lace of her panties. Her head fell back to land on Derrick’s broad shoulder. Without any coercion her stance spread, opening herself to the experience. The fingers moved to her inner thigh, leaving a trail of fire as they closed in on her aching pussy. She couldn’t prevent a soft whimper from escaping. He adjusted her position, and with deliberately slow movements, lowered his head to place an open-mouthed kiss against her lips. His tongue insistently pressed inside. She greeted its slick warmth with her own.
The kiss was soft and steamy with just the right amount of pressure. Elaina opened every part of her to Derrick’s control. She became his puppet to master and loved every second of it. Finally, she’d found a man who could demand her response without force.
Derrick fisted the thin material of her thong and ripped the protective barrier, baring her pussy lips to the world. One more hard pull and the string at her hip caved to his demands, the material floating to the ground at their feet. Elaina gasped at the possessive move, but couldn’t spare a second thought for the loss of lingerie because she wanted his touch so desperately. She knew the opening of her pussy gaped, the ripples of flesh slick and greedy for his touch. One long finger ran through her thick cream, and Elaina trembled, unable to bite back a moan of pleasure. The extremity’s thick length dipped inside her vagina, but not nearly deep enough. When Derrick pulled the invading digit out she tried to tighten her muscles to keep him inside. A stinging slap by the palm of his other hand on her fleshy mound startled her.
“What did I say? You’re mine. I decide what to do with your body, not you.”
Shivers raced from head to toe, both from the pleasure and anticipation. Elaina had never expected to respond to a physical touch such as Derrick’s little punishment, but there was no denying the spark of need it ignited deep within her. His finger slipped inside her again, while his thumb pressed against the knot of her engorged clit. She tried not to move, not to make demands of his touch, but her body spoke a language of its own. Her hips arched and thrashed, alternately seeking more first from the finger buried deep inside her then from the iron heat of Derrick’s cock.
Another finger slid inside, and her muscles burned with the delicious invasion. The thumb circling and pressing against her clit made her crazy. The two fingers tickled the tissues high inside her—smooth, forceful plunges designed to bring her to the edge of insanity.
“Damn you’re tight. You’re burning my fingers alive, and I can’t imagine how it’s going to feel when I finally get my cock inside you.”
“Yes! In me. Please,” she cried.
“Not yet. You’re not ready. You haven’t earned my cock.”
A strangled scream left her throat with the next forceful thrust of his fingers. Her pussy clenched over the fingers buried inside her, quivering from Derrick’s possession. His other hand speared into the thin material of her camisole and roughly pinched the turgid nipple of her left breast, while this thumb simultaneously pressed hard against her clit. His lips covered hers and his tongue speared inside her mouth with greed. It was all she needed and Elaina went up in flames. Her climax washed over her, and Derrick released her mouth at the same time a cry split her lips. The sound echoed in the empty bar, drowning out the music and calls of the birds nesting in the trees only a few feet away. Sparks raced through her body, igniting nerve endings she never knew existed and burning away any previous conception of what an orgasm felt like.
* * * *
Elaina stood beneath the water of her outdoor shower, relishing in the hedonism of the tropical experience. The wide showerhead high above her head allowed the water to flow like rain from the sky. When she opened her eyes she was greeted with a magnificent ocean view. There were bamboo screens that could close off the area for those desiring more privacy, but Elaina had decided to just go with it. She could only see the barest evidence of her neighbours if she leant out over the balcony. The luxurious thatched-roof bungalows sat high in the treetops, and the lush foliage and tropical flowers nature provided acted as privacy screens. They reminded her of the tree houses from that movie, Swiss Family Robinson, when she was a kid, although far more luxurious. The fictional family didn’t exactly have king-sized beds, air conditioning and claw-foot tubs, now did they?
Elaina wrapped a thick towel around her and lounged in the Adirondack chair on her verandah. She closed her eyes, and let the sounds of the surf and faint calls of tropical birds soothe her. Her body still hummed from her experience with Derrick earlier. She’d been shocked when he’d sent her away without seeing to his needs, and when she’d tried to push the issue, he’d once again reminded her of their positions. Apparently seeing to her partner’s pleasure also came under his jurisdiction.
A knock on the door brought Elaina out of her peaceful daze. She crossed through the bedroom and slipped on the blue satin, knee-length robe she’d brought and peered out the exterior shuttered windows that surrounded the living room. A resort staff person stood outside the door with a garment bag over his arm. Elaina tightened the sash of her robe and opened the door.
“May I help you?”
“I have a delivery from Master Collins. He bids you to wear this when you join him in an hour at the restaurant.”
“An hour?” Elaina exclaimed.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Elaina accepted the bag and shoved the door closed on the staff person. She stared at the black vinyl and wondered what was inside. Belatedly, she realised how rude she’d been and opened the door only to find her front patio vacant. She’d have to remember to track the young man down and give him an extra large tip.
Carrying the bag into her bedroom, she laid it out across the high mattress. Her hands shook a little as she pulled down the zipper and spread the openings wide. It was silly, how nervous she was at seeing what Derrick would choose for her to wear. She hoped it would cover her more than the leather harness the woman in the bar earlier had worn. She squealed in delight when she uncovered a black leather miniskirt and emerald green top.
Elaina hurried through drying her hair and applying her makeup. She lifted the top from the garment bag to see the neckline, trying to determine how she should wear her hair. The lightweight fabric would plunge between her breasts in a loose cowl, and the back was nothing more than a decorative crossing gold chain and spaghetti tie. The metallic chains with their centre medallion shimmered in the low light of her bedroom. Elaina decided it needed to be shown off.
She scooped her hair up into a messy knot, letting a few of her dark mahogany tresses escape. She slid the top over her head and secured the strap behind her back. Next, she slipped on the skirt, but what had escaped her notice at first was that this was no ordinary mini. The front was divided into panels with two, three-inch wide rectangular sections cut completely away. The remaining edges were held together by two thin buckled straps. Except for the waistband, the fronts of her legs were almost bare. She turned to look at the back view in the full-length floor mirror. The Lycra material cupped her ass and the black leather continued at the bottom edge, the pleats causing it to flare out. In fact, if she were to bend over, the micro-mini skirt quite literally revealed all her secrets. She lifted the apparently empty bag and shook it upside down, hoping a pair of panties would fall out. When a tiny scrap of black landed on the white duvet, a rush of pent-up air escaped her lungs in gratitude.
If Derrick had truly demanded her to go without, she would have, but it would have been a lie to say the prospect didn’t make her squir
m. Was she ready for something so blatantly decadent? Could she casually stroll around the island, knowing a slight tropical breeze would give any passer-by a free show? Elaina had no doubt that she would end up naked within public view on the island at some point, perhaps even tonight. The thought of wearing nothing but moonlight in Derrick’s presence, waiting for his next command, anticipating his next touch, made her insides quiver. A shiver coursed over her entire body. Whether it stemmed from arousal or trepidation she didn’t know.
When she turned around, she gasped at the image before her. She’d never looked so sexy or been so thankful she worked out religiously. The low cowl neck highlighted the soft inner swell of her small breasts. The midriff-baring top, which came to a point at just above her navel, exhibited the good muscle tone she’d managed to maintain after retiring from the professional beach volleyball circuit. The high heels and short skirt made her legs appear endless, and when she turned around, the smooth skin of her back was proudly displayed with perfect contrast to the gold chain.
* * * *
Derrick watched as Elaina strutted towards him down the path from her bungalow. There was no other term for that walk. It was a pure female-on-the-prowl catwalk strut, and he loved it. The panels of the leather skirt he’d sent flapped, exposing deeper glimpses of her soft flesh. The emerald green top set off her complexion and dark-red hair to perfection. He hadn’t truly seen much of her body earlier, despite feeling the luxurious wet heat sucking at his fingers. Now the vision before him nearly made his knees weak. He was perversely glad that she’d caught the eye of several men and women mingling around the torch-lit pathways, glad because he knew Elaina belonged to him. This week only, he forcibly reminded himself.
He stood in the shadows of the front verandah of the main building. It was easy to conceal himself in the shadows since he was dressed in black from head to toe. No leather pants for him—not in this heat—but black jeans and a short-sleeved, black button-down shirt worked just as well. Tropics or not, he refused to give up his black leather boots and wide black leather belt. Elaina stepped up onto the decking and paused. He reached into his pocket and slid the switch of the remote control to the vibrating panties he’d supplied up a few notches. Elaina froze.
Derrick watched her mouth gape open and her wide grey eyes flutter closed. Her knees quivered and threatened to collapse. Surging forward, he wrapped an arm around her waist and gathered her body against him. Elaina’s arms instinctively latched themselves around his neck, and her head rested on his shoulder. The hand in his pocket continued to manipulate the remote sending vibrations skating across her labia and clit.
Derrick held Elaina tight against his body. When she tried to ride his leg to enhance the stimulation, he captured her hips and forced her to remain still. A soft whimper landed against his neck, but Elaina’s rocking motions stopped. His hands slid around to capture her ass, left bare by the lace thong. Her skin was so smooth and soft in his hands. Elaina was lithe and toned, but she had the most perfectly round ass. He couldn’t wait to watch it flush from the power of his hand.
He gently pulled her away from him. The light from the building spilling out onto the verandah allowed him to watch her eyes darken in need. Derrick captured her lips with his own, plunging his tongue deep into the sweet cavern. He fucked her mouth, thrusting inside with the same control he would his cock. He couldn’t wait to feel Elaina accepting his length. To watch the thick tool fill her slowly, relentlessly feeding her every inch until she swallowed around the head as it slipped deep into her throat. He imagined the moment when she gave herself over to him, trusting Derrick to know her limits.
Long minutes later he ended the assault. They were both breathing heavily and one of Elaina’s legs was wrapped around his hip.
“Master Collins?”
Derrick looked over his shoulder to see one of his waiters standing patiently a few feet away. “Yes?”
“Your table is ready, Sir.”
“Thank you, Jeremy. We’ll be along shortly.”
He looked back at Elaina. “We’ll dine, then I’ll show you around the island so you can see what we have to offer.”
He saw the question in Elaina’s eyes before she could even voice the words.
“You will call me Sir. The others around here call me Master Collins, as is my right. However, I think it’s a bit formal. I would prefer to hear your sweet lips cry out, ‘Sir,’ when I’m spanking you. When I’m fucking you. When I’m—”
Derrick halted the endearment before it could escape. Love had no place in his and Elaina’s agreement for the week. She came here to learn about being a submissive, and he would teach her much of what she needed to know. The fact that she would take that knowledge and go back to the mainland shouldn’t disturb him. Despite the ‘shouldn’t,’ he couldn’t stop the tightening in his gut with the thought of her using her lessons to build a true relationship with a lasting Master.
“Sir?”
“Let’s go. I have it on the best authority that André has prepared a succulent feast for us. I called ahead and placed our order.”
Derrick guided Elaina through the main dining room. Once they reached the back deck, he led her over to one of the padded wicker chairs.
“Please sit.”
She followed his instructions without question, even if her face was a mask of confusion. Kneeling at her feet, Derrick slid her high-heeled sandal off her delicately arched foot. He smiled at the seashell pink nail polish covering her toes. When he was finished removing her shoes, he stood and held out his hand. Elaina’s soft palm slid into his hand and she stood.
Derrick pointed out on the beach. A handful of candlelit tables were scattered across the white sand. Tall palms protected the privacy of the diners.
“We’re going out there?”
“Yes. I like to dine in quiet. Appreciate the beauty of this paradise without being hounded by my staff. It’s my ‘me time’ for the day. Tonight I wanted to share it with you.”
“It’s so romantic.”
Derrick slid a hand on Elaina’s lower back and guided her out onto the sand. When they reached the table furthest out on the beach, he assisted her into chair. Moving to the other side of the table, he seated himself and nodded at Jeremy who stood waiting to pour them the Sauvignon Blanc he’d chosen to complement the meal. The crisp lime and tropical fruit flavours from the New Zealand based winery would really set off the Maine lobster and filet mignon. He’d specifically ordered the meal designed for two because he had every intention of feeding each luscious bite of the cuisine to Elaina’s lips.
Derrick leant back in his chair and slowly sipped his wine. “Tell me more about you.”
Elaina fiddled with the napkin on her lap. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
“In the course of one meal?” She smiled and lifted the wine glass to her lips.
“Fair enough. How about the Cliff’s Notes version? From your application, I know you live in Miami but little else.”
“I practice orthopedics at a sports medicine clinic in Miami Beach.”
“So you’re not only beautiful but a brain. That’s a deadly combination to a simple man like myself.”
Elaina scoffed. “Simple? I hardly think so.”
Derrick shrugged. “Why sports medicine? Were you an athlete?”
“Yes, actually. I played volleyball throughout high school. I made the switch to the beach two years after that, and even played professional until I blew my knee out seven years later. I’d been attending the University of Miami in the off-season and had completed my bachelor’s degree in exercise science.”
“So when you weren’t on the beach—”
“I was in the library. I knew the risks of playing a professional sport, and while I loved the game, it was destined to end sooner rather than later. After my injury, I went to medical school and never looked back.”
“What about family and friends?”
“My parents
live in Galveston, and my best friend in Miami is Anne. I have one older brother who’s on the SWAT team in Houston.”
“I don’t detect any Texas in your voice?”
“It, um, only comes out when…when I…”
Derrick leant forward. “When you what, Elaina? When you’re aroused? Will I hear a little Texan drawl right before I make you come?”
Elaina’s blush was so refreshing. In his world, most of the women were so controlled or well-trained that spontaneous emotion was a rarity. Elaina was such a sweet contradiction of confident woman and innocent desire that it made his jeans uncomfortably tight. He spread his legs to accommodate his growing arousal. His hand clutched the remote beside his leg, and he set the trigger to the highest setting without warning.
Elaina cried out and grasped the edge of the table. Her back arched, and her chest and abdomen glowed beautifully under the torchlight. As quickly as he’d instigated the stimulation, he shut it off. Elaina watched him, panting. He flipped the switch again, only this time to a low strum. The musical sound of a soft moan floated to him on the sea breeze.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he ordered. “You will keep your eyes on me unless I blindfold you or instruct otherwise.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Jeremy appeared and set their entrée on the white linen table. He could tell that Elaina wanted to look up at the young waiter to thank him, but kept her gaze on him as he played with the settings on the vibrating thong. He nodded his thanks to Jeremy, waiting until he was out of the line of sight before halting the stimulation to Elaina’s pussy. Elaina raised her glass of wine to her lips, a slight tremble visible in the beverage.
“Very good. Now stand, bring your cushion and join me over here.”
Elaina did as she was told and waited beside his chair. Her shoulders were back and her hands rested on the bare skin of her thighs.
“Does this position strain your injured knee?”
“No, Sir. It was a while ago, and I had surgery to correct the torn ligament.”