Disciplined

by Allison Hobbs

  Yoyin was a towering figure in her stilettos, but the stranger, at least a head taller, bent over and pressed his bare chest against her back. Her heart thundered. Her lover did not have on clothing! He’d come to her—strode through her quarters—naked in the night. Oh, how incredibly sexy!

  His penis, unrestrained and free to explore, twitched and poked into the crevice of her buttocks and then gently lifted, brushing and stroking up and down the crack of her ass. He moistened the split between her butt cheeks with pre-cum as his dick grew larger and more demanding by the second.

  Overtaken by a fiery passion, Yoyin was quite willing to grant him access to her back passage.

  Palila cleared her throat. “We’ll bid you good night, madam.”

  “Call us if you need anything. We’re just down the hall,” Kina offered.

  Caught up in the rapture of the stranger’s raw and unrestrained sensuality, Yoyin moaned. The two assistants, wearing satisfied smiles, turned away. Yoyin could hear Kina and Palila exit the master suite.

  They were alone. For the first time, but not the last time.

  The ridge of his shaft continued brushing against her ass cheek, warming it, lubricating her firm flesh, and creating an aching sensation between her legs.

  She squirmed delightedly and tried to turn toward the mystery man, but he held her firmly in place, pressing her tummy against the balcony railing as he kissed the back of her neck, ran his tongue along the lobe of her ear and fondled her body shamelessly. He cupped her breasts, then ran his large hands from her tummy and down to the shaven mound of her pubis. His fingers trailed down to her labia, gently caressing and rubbing her moist petals until his finger became saturated with the stickiness of her passion. He nibbled and kissed her shoulder while teasing her plump pussy lips with his thick finger.

  Yoyin gave a strangled cry and squirmed in heated urgency as the stranger parted the lips of her sex and inserted his finger, gently entering her warm canal.

  “You don’t have to be gentle,” she said in a tortured whisper. But the mystery man continued his slow, sensual finger fuck.

  She twisted her body, trying to face him, but his strong arms stilled her movement. “Please,” she gasped. “Remove your finger. Fuck me with your big cock.”

  He ignored her. Sliding and rotating the finger that was snug and cushioned inside her tightness. Exploring her depth, he touched secret places, making her purr with pleasure.

  “Take me now. Right here on the balcony,” she whispered, barely finding her voice.

  He extracted his finger but paid no attention to her plea. Instead of giving her the dick she yearned for, he tenderly massaged her pussy lips and then delicately massaged her clit, causing it to stiffen and throb. Rubbing his own hardness against her firm ass, he used his thumb and index finger to stroke her lengthening clit.

  “Please.” She squirmed, trying to break his embrace. “Let’s go inside. We’ll be more comfortable in bed.” Her voice was raspy with lust.

  He didn’t speak. His ragged breathing and his dick strokes against Yoyin’s ass blended with the sounds of the night.

  Yoyin lowered her head. She covered his arm with her lips, trying to soften his steely resolve with a torrent of tender kisses. At her show of tenderness, the mystery man’s dick began to rise, quivering against her buttocks until the moisture from the tip of his sex dribbled down the slim division between her cheeks.

  She poked out her rump in offering. “This is torture. I’m desperate for your cock. Stick it in my ass, my cunt…wherever you desire,” she whimpered. “You’re strong and powerful—with the strength of a beast. Hurt me. Abuse me. Slap my breasts…spank my vagina. Sexual pain is my pleasure,” Yoyin babbled impulsively. Tears of frustration moistened the black satin that covered her eyes.

  But rape and ravishment was not on the stranger’s agenda. He gave no response. He slowly reinserted his finger and rhythmically stroked the lining of her pussy, causing a flood of juicy nectar. His persistent finger thrusts made her hips jerk, prompting her to push out her protrusive bottom as far as she could and rotate frantically against his hard rod. She moaned an invitation for him to slide his cock inside her butt cheeks and urged him to use her anus as a pleasure hole.

  His dick soared to an impossible height and impaled itself inside the narrow valley between her buttocks. With his finger deeply embedded in her tight cunt, he bent Yoyin at the waist. She took an anxious breath, waiting for the sweet pain.

  But instead of sliding his giant pole inside her small opening, he gripped his dick tightly and controlled its direction. She heard his uneven breathing, felt his chest heave as he struggled to maintain composure. Methodically, he glided his mammoth cock up and down her back passageway, controlling the urge to stuff it inside her tight hole.

  Suddenly, he released his hold on his shaft, allowing the knobbed head to meander upward until it located and connected with Yoyin’s engorged clit.

  A shock of intense pleasure flooded her body and pulsated at the crown of her swelling bud. Her sex throbbed for the stranger. As if reading her mind, he slid his finger in deeper until wet warmth bubbled and sputtered, pouring from her clutching pussy.

  He withdrew his finger—slowly, one inch at a time. She clamped her thighs tightly, her cunt puckered and gripped, struggling to retain his finger, and willing him to plunge savagely and abrade her flesh. But to Yoyin’s misery, he extracted his finger, then surprised her when he held it near her lips.

  “Smell it.” His voice was without any detectable accent. Though he did not use a gruff tone, his voice was deep with authoritativeness. Yoyin bristled at being told what to do. Not since early childhood had anyone dared to try to give Yoyin an order. Her mother couldn’t control her wild behavior or her disrespectful tongue. Guilt-ridden and helpless to stand up to her wayward child, Yoyin’s wealthy mother allowed her to live her life on her own terms and financed and indulged her every whim. Mistakenly, this sex provider thought it was he who was calling the shots, so Yoyin kept her lips stubbornly sealed.

  “Do you like the way you smell?” he whispered. The sound of his silken voice placed her womanhood in peril.

  “Yes,” she whispered, sniffing his finger, her pussy pulsing out of control.

  With the smear of her sex on his finger, he held it to her lips. “Lick it.” There was a commanding timbre in his voice. “Tell me if you enjoy your feminine flavor.”

  She fought against his dominion, but overcome with lust, she obeyed, flicking out her tongue and licking his glistening finger. Oh! The tang of her sex and the texture of his thick finger made her inner walls quiver. Mounting excitement produced more nectar between her legs. She could smell the scent of her aroused pussy and wondered if he could, too.

  “I love the smell of your sex,” he murmured, responding to her thoughts. “If I was blindfolded and you came in the room, I’d recognize you by your sweet scent.” He covered her hand with his and directed Yoyin’s hand downward, between her legs, using her slender to finger to extract more of her syrup.

  “Taste it.” His voice was hypnotic. He released his grasp around her waist, confident that she would not make an attempt to get away. He was right. Yoyin couldn’t have fled if she wanted to. Her legs were wooden. Blindfolded and naked, Yoyin stood transfixed in her gold Gucci heels, completely captivated and under his spell.

  He lifted her chin up and guided her pussy-coated finger to her lips. Obediently she parted her lips and licked cunt from her finger. Enjoying the taste of her slippery liquids, she sucked her finger, her slurping sounds audible in the quiet night.

  The taste of her sex was tart when licked from her finger, but it was oh-so-sweet when her juices commingled with his manly flesh.

  The desire to drop to her knees and suck his dick was dizzying; she twisted and groaned as her hot pussy dripped with desire.

  “You’re beautiful, Yoyin.” His voice, thick with sensuality, caressed her ear. “Spread your legs for me. I want to fill you with lo
ve.”

  “I don’t want love,” she blurted. “I want you to forcefully invade my cunt. Hurt me.”

  “Never!” Disgust coated his tone.

  “Please.”

  “No,” he insisted. “Now spread your legs for me or ask your servants to order your plane,” he challenged.

  Quickly, she separated her legs as he requested and allowed him to gently bend her over, pushing until her upper torso and head dangled perilously over the balcony railing.

  Fear engulfed her. Afraid of tumbling to her death, her arms flailed. “Pull me up!” The words came out in terrified little squeaks.

  “You must trust me.” He held her firmly by her thighs, bringing her ass and the open slit of her ripened fruit flush against his iron member. “I won’t hurt you, and I won’t let you fall,” he assured her as he eased his erection between her rosy pussy lips.

  Her very life was in a stranger’s hands. Yet, the sense of danger served as an unusual aphrodisiac. He entered her wet and ready cunt. “Oh!” she cried. “Oh yes.” Her pussy clenched around his cock. Her body moved in small, involuntary undulations. Afraid of falling, she willed herself still. Moving even the tiniest muscle could cause a slip-up that could send her plummeting to a horrific death. “Ah!” she sighed, remaining still as if she were paralyzed. Possessing an unusual calm, she allowed the stranger to have his way with her. He punished her hot pussy with long, tender strokes.

  “You’re very tight, but I won’t hurt you,” he assured her as he slid in another inch of dick.

  “It’s so warm and moist, I could stay inside you forever,” he murmured as he eased his bulging erection deeper inside her moist walls. With slow, painstaking strokes, he glided in and out. Her pussy slurped and puckered in protest. This gentle fucking was driving her wild. And making her ferocious and angry. Yoyin wanted to shout at him, implore him to lash into her with his hardness, but the only sound she risked making was soft moans and gentle sighs.

  Blood rushed to her head as he unhurriedly pushed his heated flesh inside her, giving her deliberate slow, rhythmic strokes. She screamed inside her head, mentally beseeching him to use his giant organ as a weapon of destruction. She craved brutality and desperately wanted her pussy pounded until the flesh was raw and swollen.

  Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t be able to tolerate such loving and tender strokes, but hanging in the balance and being only seconds away from a bone-crushing fatality, she bit her lip and endured the agony of an excruciatingly slow and amazingly sensual fuck.

  His iron shaft increased its speed and length as it stretched inside her, pressing against her G-spot. Her cunt vibrated in response to the unexpected stimulation. She felt faint. A loud groan emanated from her lover’s throat, and at that exact moment, a rumbling sounded in the distance. Despite the blindfold that cut off her vision, Yoyin saw a flicker of fire. The light flashed so brightly that it seemed to cut through the satin fabric of her eye mask. The very heavens were ablaze as Yoyin, overly sensitive, teetered on the edge of a powerful release. The flaming sky and her lover’s roar were nearly concurrent. The volcanic eruption that occurred in the distance reverberated among the mountains and coincided with the explosion of semen that splashed inside her shuddering walls.

  “I love you!” The words made her knees buckle. But the stranger hadn’t spoken. The only sound he emitted was a roar that accompanied her scream as they both released in passion. “I love you!” he insisted. She could feel herself becoming lightheaded. It was too much. The powerful orgasm and hearing him speak to her with his mind frightened and overwhelmed her. Feeling faint, she swayed. And then she collapsed in his arms.

  CHAPTER 9

  Lying in bed with Kina at her side, Yoyin bolted upright at the shock of cool water touching her loins. Palila, positioned at the foot of the bed, cleaned her semen-filled vagina with a cool towel. Soothingly, Kina swept strands of hair from Yoyin’s face.

  Yoyin’s eyes shot to the satin blindfold on the bedside table. The red flower, taken from her hair, was placed next to the blindfold.

  “What happened?”

  “You fainted, madam. The pua aloalo was too strong for your system.”

  Yoyin gawked at the woman and then shot a scornful glance at the flower. “That’s ridiculous. That flower didn’t cause me to pass out. My lover is responsible. He slaughtered me with his sex. Oh, he was magnificent.” Her eyes bounced around the room and then darted toward a long hall. “Where is he?” She smiled, envisioning her mystery man, his handsome face revealed, reclining on a mattress on the floor inside a crudely furnished room reserved for servants or other people of low status. She shivered, imagining the brute stroking his enormous manhood as he waited for her to recover and join him.

  And join him, she would. She’d run to him and wallow with him in substandard conditions. How thrilling to allow the savage to degrade her. “Ah.” The sensual utterance escaped her lips. “Is he waiting for me in the servants’ quarters?”

  “No, madam. He’s left the villa.” Palila spoke softly, her eyes filled with pity.

  “He’s gone?” Yoyin screeched.

  Palila nodded. “Yes.”

  “Who gave him permission to leave? I’m not finished. I want more!” Yoyin’s voice escalated a higher pitch. Angrily, she jerked her body and slammed her opened legs closed, toppling the basin and sending soapy water splashing to the floor. “You’re such a clumsy oaf,” Yoyin exploded, accusing the petite and delicately beautiful Palila.

  Unaffected by the undeserving criticism, Palila stood, her expression stoic and unflinching. “I’ll clean it at once.” Palila gave a quick head nod and exited the bedroom.

  Yoyin glared at her departing shapely figure and rolled her eyes. She snatched her head toward Kina. “Who permitted him to leave?”

  “Mr. Merrick granted permission, madam.” Kina cleared her throat. “Mr. Merrick has also arranged for your flight to leave in the morning.”

  “Why would he be so presumptuous as to make return travel arrangements for me?” Yoyin asked sharply. “I want more time with my new plaything,” she said, child-like and sulking.

  “It was at your insistence that I contacted Mr. Merrick and asked him to arrange your flight to Honolulu. Don’t you remember, madam?” Kina cut an eye at the red flower. “Perhaps the pua aloalo has affected your memory.”

  Yoyin looked aghast. “How dare you suggest that there’s something wrong with my mind?” Yoyin stretched out a long arm and smacked the flower off the ornately designed table, sending it sailing. The flower landed in the puddle of spilled water. “Where is that impudent servant? I want her to clean my bedchamber immediately.”

  Palila returned with a several dry cloths and a plastic bag. She knelt to the floor and picked up the red flower. With a look of reverence, she handed the pua aloalo and the plastic bag to Kina.

  Kina placed the flower inside the plastic bag and set it on the nightstand. “I’ll discard it properly and return it to the earth,” Kina assured Palila.

  Yoyin sighed heavily. “What’s the big deal about that bloody flower?”

  “It’s our national flower.”

  “So?”

  “As our ancestors did, we too value and respect the Pua Aloalo. It is revered for its beauty and its many powers.”

  Yoyin sucked her teeth and then laughed derisively. “Powers! What powers?” She shook her head, twisting her lips spitefully. “Rubbish! Every word you speak is pure rubbish.”

  Kina looked down at Palila. The two women exchanged a meaningful glance, then Palila resumed wiping the floor until it glimmered with its original shine.

  Kina grasped Yoyin’s hand. “I’m sorry, madam, but you must leave Ka-le’a in the morning. Mr. Merrick will join you on the tarmac to personally bid you a fond farewell.”

  “Get that bastard on the phone. I want to have a word with him. Now!”

  “It’s after midnight. Mr. Merrick cannot be disturbed.” Kina pursed her lips. “Palila and I have
taken the liberty of packing your luggage. We’ll accompany you to Honolulu if you’d like.”

  “Fuck you! Get out of my room. I don’t want your bloody companionship,” Yoyin spat. Refusing to look at her companions for another second, she pulled the duvet over her head and stayed beneath the covers until she heard their retreating footsteps. Barefoot bitches!

  She tried to ignore the stab of hunger, but decided she couldn’t. Though it was three in the morning, she picked up the phone and pushed the button for the chef’s assistant.

  “Greetings, madam,” Louis said pleasantly. He was lively and alert as if it were three in the afternoon.

  “I’m hungry,” Yoyin stated.

  “Would madam prefer a light breakfast or a heavier meal?”

  Yoyin knitted her brows in thought. She’d been prepared to make a fuss and was thrown off kilter by Louis’ accommodating tone. “I don’t know what I prefer,” she said in a cross tone. “You’re the cook. Whip up something—I’m sure you have a specialty. Now, hurry! I’m famished.”

  As she waited for her food, it occurred to her that though she was angry, she wasn’t experiencing the emptiness that usually followed a sexual encounter. She tilted her head to the side. How odd.

  Two knocks sounded on her bedroom door interrupted her musing. “Enter,” Yoyin said, boredom shaping her tone.

  Louis entered, rolling a serving cart replete with ample storage space for wine bottles, stemware, and accessories. His spun-gold curly hair looked a bit tousled, his boyish face matured by the weary look in his eyes and the stubble on his unshaven chin. Yoyin felt an uncommon stab of compassion, realizing she’d awakened Louis and that he’d jumped out of bed to prepare her meal. So what! That’s what he’s paid to do, she reminded herself, frowning. Still, her heart softened. He’s such an agreeable and cheerful chap. It’s a pity…Hey, what’s going on with me? Since when do I give a bloody crap about anyone’s feelings?