by Anya Summers
She told herself it was for the sake of her art. But deep down, she knew that was a lie. The thought of having him touch her again intimately made her insides quake, and not in terror but anticipation.
By the time the sun rose above the horizon, Piper knew it was going to be one hell of a shot. She only prayed it was worth the price she would pay.
Chapter 4
Theo’s blood hummed in anticipation. She’d said yes. He would hold her to her word. At the myriad clicks of her camera behind him, he was thankful it was his back she was photographing and not his front. At her capitulation, the victory headed directly south, and his dick strained against the confines of his pajama pants.
He inhaled a few deep breaths to steady the sudden inferno of desire raging in his blood stream as he posed for Piper. She kept indicating he needed to relax. With her present, the kinetic sensual energy pull between them ignited his engines and turned them into smelting fires. Theo was a Master. He needed to dominate a woman, needed the control and utter surety that he would be obeyed—but Piper made him feel like an inexperienced twat, undermining his legendary control in club circles. That control was overridden by his desire, and the fact he found it difficult to keep his lust for her contained.
Bloody hell, but Theo wanted to pound himself inside her. Wrap her golden blonde tresses around his hand as he fucked them both senseless while gazing at her sexy tattoo. It should have made him feel like a cad, giving her an ultimatum the way he had for a bloody picture, except that part of his anatomy which craved the sweet clasp of her pussy didn’t give a damn about formalities or niceties.
It had been so long since he’d had this magnitude of an awareness for a sub. Its potency was intoxicating. And now she had agreed to submit to his desires this week. He felt like a tiger about to pounce on its unsuspecting prey. As soon as their little impromptu photo shoot was done, he planned to do precisely that.
Sweet anticipation pulsed through his body. His hands curled into the deck railing as the clicks of her camera continued, forcing him to contain his rampant, raging need to fuck her.
“And that’s a wrap. I’ll let you see the photos and approve them before they go to print,” she murmured, her focus already shifting from their interaction to her camera as he swiveled from his perch.
Finally!
Theo wasted no time. His body was primed and ready to sink into her body before he headed into the office. He’d tossed and turned thinking about her gorgeous ass all night long. Wondering what those firm globes would feel like in his hands as he slid himself inside her clasping heat. He needed her in his bed, her thighs spread and her body welcoming his. Once he’d slaked his thirst on her tight little body, then he might have a chance to focus on why he was here on the island.
He didn’t ask for permission since she’d already given her consent to be his submissive this week, but hoisted her into his arms, heading directly toward his bed. He kicked the door shut behind him as he went, not bothering with a lock. They could go without all the trappings this first time. They would have time where he could bind her, and do the myriad number of scenes he’d fantasized about overnight. As it was, in this moment, Theo wanted her writhing and screaming his name beneath him and he wanted it now. His erection strained against his pants, aching to feel the taut clasp of her pussy surround his member.
“Wait just a damn minute,” Piper screeched, struggling fruitlessly in his arms. Theo outweighed her and out-muscled her by a good seventy pounds.
He tossed her livewire body onto the mattress, his blood humming in anticipation of feeling her gorgeous curves undulating beneath him. Kneeling over her, Theo followed her onto the bed, but the little termagant crab-walked out from under him. Before he could restrain her with his form, the bloody sub scrambled to the other side of the bed and dismounted, putting the gulf of the mattress between them.
She held up her hands and took a few steps back from the bed, putting even more space between them. “Wait. Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Theo’s lust pulsed through his body. He couldn’t believe she intended to play games. Rage seethed, combining with his arousal, and he snapped, “Are you daft? You agreed to be my sub for the week. I did as we agreed upon, now I want your pretty ass on my bed with your legs spread, ready to receive me.”
“No,” Piper said, planting her hands on her hips.
That did it. He vaulted off the mattress and stalked her around the bed. There was not a chance in hell he would let her renege on their bargain. Theo would tan her fucking hide first. He was the king of inventive punishments. Piper retreated as he advanced. He yanked her into his arms, caging her. She tried to push past him, but he was faster and stronger. He noticed the pulse at her throat thumping erratically as he backed her onto the mattress until she was wedged firmly beneath him. He was two hundred pounds of muscle. It would take a crane to move him.
He snarled, “You lied? The deal wasn’t struck ten minutes ago and you’ve already reneged.”
She rolled her eyes and said, “No, I didn’t. I will submit to you, but I also have a job to do. Just because you’re horny doesn’t mean I’m going to fail at my job.”
“I’m not suggesting that you do.” That got his back up. She was acting like he was Cro-Magnon man, unable to control his lust and himself. And it hit remarkably too close to home for comfort. It enraged every dominant cell in his body.
“Dude, that’s precisely what you’re suggesting. You’re horny and want to get laid. I can feel your erection. Great, that’s why you have a hand. Just because I agreed to be with you this week does not supersede the fact that I have a life and work beyond this place that rests entirely on my ability to take pictures as needed, not as someone else dictates. I didn’t build my business by chance or with someone else’s handout. I did it on my own, there’s a hustle involved where if you want to get to the top, you have to do what’s necessary. I will submit, but it will be on my terms.”
Piper words burned because she was right. He was so aroused by her that he wasn’t acting like a Master at all. But that didn’t diminish the fact that she had agreed to submit to him and then, the first time he required her submission, she tossed in a few amendments to their original bargain. As a Master, he wasn’t used to compromise but to his word being law. He said, “And if I can’t accept your terms, what then? I’m a Master, love, and everything you’ve just said makes me want to pull you over my knee and give you the spanking you so richly deserve.”
A challenging light entered her eyes and she said, “Do it. I dare you.”
Her small hands were pressed against his bare chest and felt like hot coals, branding him as she held him away from her lush body. She didn’t cower or lower her eyes, but faced him head on. Daring him, calling on the very foundation of who he was as a Dominant and his desire to make the beautiful, unattainable wild wanton surrender to him.
However, if there was one thing he wouldn’t stand for, it was a sub so blatantly waving a red flag in front of his face with her impudent cheekiness, goading him into punishing her. Before she could lobby a protest, he clasped her wrists in Velcro restraints and shifted her body until her beautiful ass lay over his thighs.
She bucked her hips, struggling against the restraints as he yanked her trousers down to her knees. Viewing the naked glory of the taut globes of her ass made him groan. Christ, but he wanted to nibble on her flesh. Unable to help himself, he kneaded her rear with one hand, grimacing in agony at the supple, smooth skin.
“When are you going to learn, love, that you can’t speak that way to a Master and not face the consequences? You are forcing my hand here. No pun intended.”
“Hardy har-har, you’re a comedian. Let me up, dickwad. This isn’t funny anymore.” She attempted to wriggle her gorgeous butt off his lap but he wasn’t having it. The woman had earned this spanking. And yeah, there was a part of him that was using it to put his hands on her, to sate part of his need to feel her beneath him. But he
wouldn’t allow himself to feel like a fool over it. He was a Dominant who had been without a sub for far too damn long.
He asked, a hint of a smile on his lips, “Dickwad, eh? Any more insults you want to add to the tally? May as well get it over with.”
Piper was stronger than she appeared as she bucked, still fighting his hold, and she snarled, “Piss off.”
This week was becoming a hell of a lot more interesting with her presence if the last twelve hours were anything to go by. He had every intention of exploring every facet of his interest in her this week. Leaning forward a bit, he pressed a forearm across her lower back, holding her in place, then drew his free hand back. Then he let his hand fall, putting power and force behind it. Theo wasn’t a full-on sadist but he did appreciate a good discipline session. He walloped her rear, the smack cracking through the room. She screeched and mumbled something about biting his dick off, which drove him to land a few extra solid swats to her pretty butt, so hard it made his hand sting. Yet then she went still beneath him with only her gasps filling his ears. Theo concentrated on disciplining her, adding more swats at her verbal commentary.
She all but growled at him, her voice trembling as she said, “This isn’t funny. You had your fun, now let me go.”
He thwacked her butt thrice more, enjoying the way her supple form reddened beneath his touch.
“Son of a bitch, that hurt. I need to be able to move for my job, or do you plan on maiming me?”
“Keep it up, Piper. I could do this all day. And Jared would back me on this and you fucking know it, so give over, love. Hush now—unless you truly don’t care whether you can sit at all.”
“Stuffy fucking Brit.”
“That I am,” he replied and continued to pepper her taut behind. The tan globes deepened to a ruby red as his hand cracked across her backside. But she finally quieted down. It wasn’t a surrender so much as a cease fire. Although, from her, he would take it, for now. It wasn’t as if she was an easy nut to crack.
Her body was rigid beneath his touch. Granted, he wasn’t being gentle in the slightest with his punishment. Piper needed to understand without a doubt that he would brook no disobedience from a submissive. She could fight him all she wanted; he would tame her, and her surrender would be the sweetest he had tasted in an age.
A trickle of wetness slicked her crease as his spanks slowed. She might be fighting it and him, but her body knew what it wanted. Theo finished her punishment, massaging the blazing red cheeks of her butt with one hand. He couldn’t resist touching her slit. He bit back a groan at finding her drenched as he slid two fingers through her folds. He explored her, testing her body with his touch.
Her scent filled his nostrils as he played with her nub, circling it with his fingers as it swelled for him. He was indiscriminately pleased by her body’s response. She wanted him. Even if she was rebelling, verbally at least, her body knew. A part of him which was still a mite bent out of shape over her rebuttal didn’t want her torture to end just yet. He wanted her on her knees, begging him to fuck her.
Theo pressed two digits inside her weeping channel. Her pussy clasped at his fingers and he heard her indrawn, barely audible gasp. It drove him forward with his plan as he plundered her body with his hands. The feel of her slick heat grasping at his fingers drove his own desire higher and his erection strained to be freed, to sink into the warm sex his fingers were studiously thrusting into.
She contained her moans, still fighting his dominance, and it egged him on. She would scream his name, beg for his touch before their week was over. Theo added a third finger and Piper dropped her forehead onto the mattress. Her hips canted, meeting his penetrating thrusts, accepting him.
But she never said the words. She was magnificent in her pleasure. He couldn’t remember ever being this aroused by a sub. He wanted to watch her ride him, wanted to replace his hand with his cock and hammer inside her pretty cunt until she had no choice but to surrender to his mastery.
Her body clenched and shuddered around his fingers, telling him without words that she was nearing orgasm. When she didn’t ask him for what she wanted, he withdrew his hand. Needing to taste her essence, he sucked on his fingers coated with her cream, and damn near growled at her flavor. Christ, she was like the finest ambrosia. He’d spend an entire night just eating her. He undid her restraints, making it as clear as he could that he had no intention of going any further until she told him what she wanted.
She whimpered, her hips undulating on his lap. He tapped her rear.
“Tell me what you want, love.”
She went rigid and before he could stop her, she scrambled away. She spilled onto the floor, hissing when her backside met the ground. Piper glared at him like an incensed goddess bent on man’s destruction.
“I want you to stay away from me,” she snapped.
“Not going to happen, or I tell Jared you welched on our bargain. You say you need this job. How kindly do you think Jared will take to your little stunt when he expressly forbade you from filming guests?”
She stood, yanking her shorts up, a slight wince being the only indication that the punishment had done anything to her.
As it was, he was having a remarkable time on the island. Much more so than he had originally believed he would. Theo said, “I expect you here, dressed and ready for dinner at six. We will attend the club after.”
“I can’t believe you’re leaving me like this!” She gestured to her lower extremities with murder in her eyes.
He smiled, pleasure filling him at her distress. He was going to have an excellent time taming this little sub. He would cherish her surrender. “I only gift a sub with an orgasm when she behaves properly. And so far, you have not. Your frustration is your own doing. Submit freely without restraint and I promise you an orgasm that will make it worthwhile. Until then, I have a meeting in an hour, so cheerio. You can see yourself out.”
Without a backward glance, he walked into the bathroom, heading into his shower, dropping his pajama bottoms on the way. He breathed a sigh of relief that his cock was no longer straining against the material, although the poor bastard would only have his hand to relieve him. But Theo left the bathroom door cracked open, just in case Piper decided to join him. If she did, he’d be balls deep inside her before she could speak.
Instead there was a loud thwack as she slammed out the back door of the villa and left. He laughed. She was an unexpected delight.
Chapter 5
Damn stuck up, snobby asshole.
Piper stomped away from Theo’s lair fighting the need and desire coursing through her body. She whimpered as she strode through the jungle, carrying her equipment. With every step, her butt burned and her sex pulsed in anguish. She honestly didn’t know which pain was worse.
The so-called agreement had been made in hell, to capture an image she didn’t even know would be worth the trouble it had taken to get it. Especially since the blasted man apparently planned to torture her body into the heights of arousal, only to leave her unsatisfied and hanging in the breeze.
Damn Dom and his rules.
He was likely laughing his head off over her predicament. If it hadn’t been for the impressive bulge pressed against her hip while he’d held her prisoner over his lap, she would have said he had been unaffected by her punishment and what happened afterward. Jesus, his fingers—those long, piano player ones—had almost made her climax the moment they slid inside her. In Piper’s estimation and experience, most men were fairly easy. You showed a little tits and ass, and most were ready to do what you wanted them to. Except for Theo. The bastard had remarkable control.
His confidence that his orders would be followed to the letter and his obvious control over his urges were the marks of a true Master. Her face flamed with the indignity of her dilemma. Her nipples chafed against her bra, and just when she thought she had corralled her raging hormones down to an acceptable level, Piper would shift her legs a certain way through the brush and the ache would st
art again.
Damn him.
She tried focusing as she walked, searching the beautiful and picturesque island for those one in a million shots, angles, and moments to capture, but her senses were intricately tuned into the simmering desire he had ignited, and it all blurred together. The way he had stroked her, driving her body to the edge of blistering need, had awakened her body as if it had been slumbering. The discomfort was so intense, Piper finally caved mid-morning. After fruitless attempts to make her body bend to her will and forget about Theo’s long fingers as they had pumped inside her, she took matters into her own hands. On the west side of the island, she ventured into the deserted beach pleasure station, leaned against the far wall, and snaked a hand inside her shorts. After a few swipes against her swollen clit, pleasure burst inside her. She manually brought herself to orgasm twice more before she felt she could be reasonable and not want to kill the next person she ran into.
Once she was satisfied, and physically able to move without wanting to take a blunt object to Theo’s head, she exited the station. With her camera and equipment, Piper trudged through the island, avoiding people, snapping shots wherever she found them. While she did feel marginally better, there was still a part of her that wanted to beg Theo to screw her brains out and give her the release only full penetration would accomplish. Her three climaxes had only dulled the edges of her sexual appetite.
How dare that man leave her so turned on? It was cruel and unusual punishment. What shocked her was how much she yearned for Theo. That stuffy dickwad of a Dom had made her crave his firm touch with just a few well-placed swats. Piper wasn’t necessarily a sex kitten needing to get her load off every chance she got. She hadn’t been since her attack.