She glanced sideways toward the two men who held her sexual fantasies in their hands. From what she understood, their very capable hands. Swallowing, she looked back out the window and watched as the plane headed out over the ocean. With a frown, she looked back to Jon.
“I thought that was the house?”
Jon nodded. “It was. We have to approach the landing strip from the ocean.”
“Oh,” she said, then watched out the window as the plane banked, turning to head back inland.
Her stomach dropped uncomfortably as the plane descended the last few feet to the runway. She placed her hand over her midsection and drew in a deep breath to try and settle herself. Airsickness was not a pleasant experience and she’d rather masturbate than throw up in front of the two gorgeous men who watched her way too closely.
“Please stop staring at me,” she said as she kept her eyes out the window.
“Nope,” Erik replied and Melinda sighed. “Get used to it, sunshine. I’ll be watching you like a hawk for the next two weeks.”
She snorted. “That’s more morbid than sexy, don’t you think?”
Erik’s deep chuckle made her insides quiver. “Depends on how you look at it. How am I to know you’re aroused if I don’t watch you?”
Melinda rolled her eyes then turned to glare at him. “How about I just tell you?”
“I wouldn’t trust you to.” His gaze dropped to her hand over her stomach, then back to her face. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, then changed her mind and shook her head. His expression softened, giving her the impression he was concerned. She inwardly snorted. He was probably only concerned because if she was sick, he wouldn’t be able to fuck her as soon as they landed.
“We’ll be on the ground soon.”
Melinda remained silent, wondering if fucking her was what they had in mind upon coming home. Nausea was momentarily forgotten as fantasies began to play through her mind like a porno movie. She really shouldn’t give into them so quickly. It would make her appear too needy, right?
She licked her lips as the plane descended to the runway and the wheels hit the ground. She wasn’t needy. She was lonely. She could admit that. Clark had hurt her very badly. She’d thought he was the one; the man she would spend the rest of her life with. It turned out she was wrong. He’d used her.
Would these two use her, just in a different way? Or would she benefit from the play as well? She certainly had earlier with the toy. She’d gotten off, but they hadn’t.
Her brother trusted them, but should she?
She glanced over at them. The plane came to a stop, and they both quickly unbuckled and came to their feet. Melinda slowly moved her hand to unbuckle her seatbelt but she didn’t come to her feet. Instead, she remained rooted to the chair, her nakedness holding her in place.
“Do I get my clothes back?” she asked.
“No,” Erik replied.
Jon went to the cockpit and opened the door. He spoke softly to the pilot, but Melinda couldn’t hear what was said.
“I’m supposed to walk to the house naked?” she asked as she gaped up at Erik.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Melinda. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
He held his hand out to her, expecting her to take it. She stared at him pleadingly, but he shook his head.
“You’re going to walk out of this plane, head held high, and follow Jon and me to the house.”
“Naked,” she whispered.
“Naked,” he repeated.
Chapter 6
Erik waited for Melinda to slowly put her hand in his. He wrapped his fingers around hers, keeping her hand in his because he had a feeling if he gave her any slack, she’d pull her hand free and flee. He tugged gently, and she hesitantly came to her feet.
Her shoulders slumped forward a little and her gaze remained on the floor. Erik didn’t say anything until they stepped down the steps. Before he let her step onto the concrete, he set a pair of flip-flops on the ground that Jon handed him.
“The concrete’s hot. These will keep your feet from burning until we get to the house,” he said.
He kept hold of her hand as she stepped off the last step and into the shoes. She stood stone still, her gaze still on the ground. Erik sighed and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“Head up, Melinda. You’re beautiful. Remember that as you walk proudly across the grounds. Understand?”
She swallowed and nodded. Erik liked the way her cheeks turned pink from the sunshine or maybe embarrassment. A warm breeze blew her hair across her face, and he used the tip of his finger to brush it aside. Her eyes widened in surprise as she stared at him.
His reaction to her surprised him as well. He’d always been attracted to her and now here she was, in his control, and all he could think about was holding her. She appeared so fragile right now, but he knew how strong she could be. How strong she used to be.
Jon cleared his throat, breaking the spell she seemed to always have over him. He glanced up at his best friend and could’ve cringed at the knowing look in Jon’s eyes. His friend knew him too well.
He could easily fall in love with her.
Turning, he kept her hand in his and headed across the tarmac to the path that would lead them to the house. He pulled Melinda to his side, keeping a close eye on her. He didn’t want to see her eyes anywhere but straight ahead.
He let his wander down her lean body. He knew she worked out, but he’d still been surprised at the muscle tone. Her ass was rounded and firm, her stomach flat and taut, her breasts perky and ripe. God, she was delectable. He felt himself getting hard and turned his gaze away to try and think of something else.
Yes, he wanted her, but he didn’t want to jump her the second they got back. He had more control than that, although that control had certainly been taxed while watching her on the plane. Seeing her come like that, well…she’d been no less than stunning. He’d let Jon go over and interact with her because he knew if he’d done it, he would’ve replaced the toy with his own cock and lost himself inside her tight little body.
For now, he would just be content with watching the slight bounce of her breasts as she walked down the path.
*
Melinda wanted to fall into a heap on the ground. She couldn’t believe he was making her walk to the house naked. She had no idea how many people were here, if any at all, but she could swear she felt their eyes on her as she made her way to the path.
At least on the path, the thick shrubbery would help her to feel a little less exposed. Hopefully, anyway.
She snuck a glance over at Erik. His jaw was set in a firm line, his eyes straight ahead. He appeared tense. Was he angry at something? Or fighting something?
She looked over her shoulder at Jon, who trailed closely behind them. He lifted his eyes from her ass and winked.
Melinda’s lips thinned. “Enjoying the view?” she snipped.
Erik let go of her hand and slapped his palm across her hip hard. She gasped at the sting and jerked her face around to glare at him. “Hey, what the hell was that for?”
“For being snippy, but mostly just for the hell of it,” Erik replied, his smile wicked and devilish.
She gaped at him in shock. “You can’t be serious.”
With a snicker, Erik took her hand in his and began to lead her down the shaded concrete path. “I’m very serious.” He shot her a sideways glance. “You’ll realize that about me soon enough. I don’t play around.” His gaze moved back to the path ahead of them. “There are a few house rules we should go over.”
“Rules?” she asked, becoming leery.
“No clothes, at least for now.”
“What?”
He ignored her exclamation and continued with the rules. “The staff is there for your comfort, so if you need or want anything let them know. Jon and I will take you whenever, wherever, and however we please.” He glanced sideways at her again. “That’s the important one.”
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bsp; Melinda’s mouth dropped open on that rule. “What if I don’t want it?”
Erik gave her a confident grin as if to say, Yeah, right. Inside, she could probably agree with that. They were both incredibly gorgeous, overly confident, and had more sex appeal than a man should be allowed to have. She doubted, at least if she were honest with herself, that she would ever turn them down.
“We don’t rape women, Melinda. You have a safe word you are allowed to use at any time you don’t want us or our attentions. But we have yet to have a woman use it,” he added confidently and Melinda wanted to use hers just for the hell of it.
But maybe she wouldn’t. She remained silent the rest of the walk to the house. Through the trees, she could just make out the back. Erik took her past the small garden and around the front.
Her curiosity about the rest of the rules was temporarily forgotten as she stared at the two-story, tropical home. The part that faced the beach was the most magnificent. A large pool overlooked the beach, just a few yards away. A thatched roof covered a deep second-floor veranda and open outdoor kitchen. The smell of food cooking on a grill filled the air and her stomach growled in protest. She had no idea what time it was and therefore had no idea when she’d eaten last.
“Hungry?” Jon asked as he brushed past her to jog up the front steps to the door, which stood wide open, allowing the ocean breezes to flow through.
“Yes,” she said as she glanced around looking for other people.
Her nakedness bothered her, and she was sure her cheeks were beet red with embarrassment. She wanted this day to be over, to have a robe to cover up with. A towel would do. Something…anything.
“Stop,” Jon said.
She stared at him in surprise as he watched her from his elevated position on the front porch.
“Stop what?” she asked.
Jon rolled his eyes. “You know what. Stop worrying about what others will think. You’re beautiful. Let them look and admire. They should.”
“Yeah, but—”
“No buts,” Erik growled. “Get used to it, Mel.”
Melinda started to tell him what he could get used to when an older woman greeted them. She stood in the door, a smile of motherly affection pulling at her lips. She appeared old enough to be their mother with her graying hair and weathered, tan skin. She was short and just a little heavyset. Her bare feet were silent on the tile floor as she stepped onto the porch. No wonder Melinda hadn’t heard her approach.
The woman wiped her hands on her apron before smoothing it back down over her skirt.
“There you are,” she said. “Lunch is almost ready. You’ve been flying all night, so I’m sure you’re starving. Cook says to meet him in the outdoor kitchen.”
“You read my mind, Maria,” Jon said with a smile.
She looked at Melinda and her smile widened. “So this is Melinda,” she said.
Melinda frowned slightly. She acted as if she’d heard her mentioned before.
“Yes,” Erik replied. “She’ll be with us for a couple of weeks.”
“Just a couple?” Maria asked with surprise, which made Melinda’s frown deepen.
“For now,” Erik whispered as he pulled her into the opening and past Maria.
Melinda’s questions were again temporarily forgotten as she studied the house. The open doors and windows made it much cooler inside and she turned in a circle to take in all the dark woodwork and traditional Caribbean furniture.
“It’s beautiful,” she murmured.
And it was. The only thing that rivaled the house was the view. Her gaze again landed on Maria as she watched her, a thoughtful expression in her eyes, her smile knowing, as though she had a secret she was dying to tell. Without a word Maria turned and headed toward the stairs.
“How did she know who I was?” Melinda asked.
“I told her we were going to get you,” Erik replied.
Melinda’s mouth formed a silent Oh. Of course. She didn’t know why that hadn’t occurred to her.
“Let’s get something to eat,” Jon murmured as he stepped behind Melinda and began to push her toward the stairs.
His touch at her waist felt warm and left tingles of awareness on her flesh. She tried as best as she could to brush the sensations off, but she couldn’t. It was as though her body had a mind of its own.
“Then we’ll take you on a tour of the house.” He tugged at her waist, forcing her to come to a stop. His breath was hot and sexy against her ear as he spoke. “Which will end in the bedroom. If I don’t decide to take you on the veranda instead. I’m still hard as a damn rock from watching you earlier.”
Melinda shivered at his implication. He pushed her ahead again, and she swallowed nervously as her feet hit the first step. Just hearing him imply sex made her pussy feel wet. God, she was so damn easy.
Chapter 7
At the top of the stairs, Melinda came to a dead stop and stared out at the beach and beautiful blue water just a few feet away. A sailboat floated a few yards off the coast, making for a breathtaking picturesque setting. Wow, if only she had a camera.
“This is incredible,” she said as she stared in awe. “No wonder you stay down here most of the time.”
“There you are,” a man said from his position by the grill.
Melinda gasped as his dark brown eyes slid down her naked form. “Oh God.” She tried to shift behind Jon as he walked past her, but Jon grabbed her arm and moved her back in front of him.
She tried to turn her back to the man at the grill, but again, Jon forced her back around.
“You’re being silly,” he whispered. “Remember what I said.”
“That doesn’t mean I want just anyone to see me naked,” she snarled.
Erik stepped in front of her. With his finger under her chin, he tilted her face up and forced her gaze to meet his very serious, very intense blue eyes. “Here, you will do as you’re told.”
“And if I don’t?” she asked. “If I demand something to cover up with?”
“Is that what you’re doing?” he asked.
“Yes,” she hissed.
Erik gripped her elbow and tugged her with him to a wicker lounge at the far side of the veranda. He sat and pulled her down across his lap. Her stomach landed against his thighs and she huffed out a puff of air so harshly she actually grunted.
“Damn you, Erik! You better not be about to do what I think you are!” she snapped.
Erik’s palm landed across her bottom with a resounding slap. The sting made her gasp and tears burn the backs of her eyes.
“You son of a—”
His palm landed against her ass again, and this time she cried out. But despite the pain, to her mortified surprise, a tingling warmth began to spread throughout her lower body. Another slap landed across her ass cheek, and her womb actually tightened and the walls of her pussy clenched.
She liked this?
No. She bit down on her lower lip as his hand landed against her flesh again. No, she couldn’t like this. It was nuts. Wasn’t it?
His palm hit her again and her flesh began to burn as though it was on fire. “Erik,” she pleaded, and his palm met her ass once more.
“We can take care of lunch from here,” she heard Jon say, but she couldn’t bring herself to look up and see if the cook left.
She closed her eyes tight as the next slap actually drew a moan from deep in her chest. Her muscles quivered and her thighs began to tense. Erik smacked her again, and again a moan escaped her lips, much to her intense mortification.
Just as the stirrings of a climax began to sizzle through her veins, Erik pulled her up. She grasped the edge of the chair as her legs wobbled dangerously, almost unable to hold up her own weight. She wanted to squeeze her legs together, to put pressure on her clit and end the torturous hunger his spanking had brought on, but she held herself back.
Instead, she pushed herself upright and glared down at Erik.
“Assume that you can make demands again and you’ll
get another one, only next time I won’t stop until you come.”
Melinda’s mouth dropped open at Erik’s remark. He ignored her startled expression. Standing, he walked over to the grill and lifted the lid. Melinda wasn’t sure what to do. How had he known? Was she that easy to read?
She turned hesitantly and watched as Jon brought over two bowls of food and placed them on the table. Erik followed with a tray of barbecue chicken from the grill. The smells of sweet spices and pineapple filled the air and she drew in a deep breath, trying to ignore the growl of hunger coming from her stomach.
She wasn’t sure she could eat now anyway, despite how hungry she was. She was too embarrassed.
Jon glanced up and waved her over. Melinda swallowed, unsure she could even sit down. Her ass still burned.
As though he knew what she was going through, Erik set a pillow on the chair. He placed his hands on the back of it and leaned over slightly. His eyes on her made the heat on her face deepen.
“Time to eat.”
She remained rooted to the spot, unable or unwilling to move. She wasn’t sure which. Erik didn’t say anything, and she couldn’t help but wonder at the narrowing of his eyes. Just how far could she or even should she push him?
Jon stepped forward and took her hand in his. The understanding look in his eyes made her want to run into his arms and hide from Erik’s more intense stare.
“Come on, beautiful. I’m sure you’re hungry.”
He coaxed her as if she was a wounded animal, and in some ways she was. Jon was obviously the softer one—the mediator of sorts. But he’d shown a glimpse of a tougher side, a no nonsense side, a darker side. She followed Jon silently to the table.
Erik pulled the chair back a little more, allowing her to slide between it and the table. She braced her hands on the arms of the chair and gingerly lowered her bottom to the seat. The padding of the cushion was soft, but not soft enough to stop the wince as all her weight landed on her bottom. The coarse material of the pillow scratched at her skin as she shifted, and a frown pulled at the corners of her mouth. Outdoor cushions were not meant to be sat on naked.
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