Passion Flower: 1

by Sindra van Yssel

  “Amber is too thin. And Rhonda, well, lovely girl. But I prefer natural breasts.”

  “Is that why you’re not with her now?”

  He frowned. “I prefer a woman’s full attention and I don’t share well. Enough questions. Follow me.”

  He turned and walked toward the pool. She followed, conscious of her nakedness and glad to have him look away from her for a moment, even though she sensed it wasn’t going to last. He picked up a towel and dried her, moving the towel briskly across her skin. He didn’t shy away from her breasts or her pussy but he didn’t linger either. He didn’t stop until she was as dry as she had been when she jumped out the window, save for damp hair.

  He sat down on a plastic chair a few feet from the edge. “Get over my lap.”

  “Ex—” She caught herself. “Yes Sir.” She’d been caught, and she knew she’d have to take her punishment. She knew it would hurt. But it was better than getting kicked off the island. She bent over him and he pulled her into position with her toes barely touching the ground, head hanging down, ass up in the air.

  Her attempt to explore couldn’t have gone worse. And yet all she could think of was how she had his full attention. If that meant taking a little pain, that didn’t seem so bad. And if he thought she was more attractive than Rhonda or Amber, well, he was crazy but she didn’t mind that.

  He caressed her backside but the gentleness didn’t fool her. He was just warming her up. “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you, Natalie?”

  “Oh. Yes.” She broke the words up, not wanting to sound too eager.

  He pushed her legs apart and slid his finger into her pussy. So much for concealing her eagerness. She knew she was wet.

  He pulled his finger back out just as suddenly, denying her any satisfaction from it. He was checking on her arousal, obviously. And now he knew.

  He smacked her bottom with an open palm, and it stung. She yelped and jumped. He placed his hand on her back, forcefully but gently holding her in place. She took a breath. She could do this.

  “How often have you been spanked before?” he asked, amusement in his voice.

  Once. And he laughed the whole time and so it was just embarrassing. But the truth didn’t go very well with what she’d put on the forms, so she lied. “Oh, bunches.” She wiggled her butt as if trying to entice him to get back to it, which she kind of was. The spanking was less dangerous than the conversation, and besides, she wanted to find out more of what it would feel like. She felt foolish reacting so much to that first swat, because it really hadn’t been that bad. It just startled her.

  “Uh-huh.” Why didn’t he believe her? A slap hit her right cheek, and then another hit her left. She twisted to try to see what he was doing, but his firm hand on her back stopped her. The stings blossomed then faded, leaving a soft, warm glow.

  The next swat was gentler and right in her center. His fingers curled around, brushing her pussy softly. Somehow in one motion he collected every sensation that preceded and directed it straight to her clit. She moaned and then choked it off, ashamed. She didn’t want to be that easy, but dammit, it was hot being spanked by Carter.

  He caressed her for a moment, then gave her three more swats in quick succession, left, right and center. His fingers slid forward, dipping into her pussy, finishing by caressing her clit. This time she couldn’t hold back the sounds that came from deep within. Need grew in her belly and his fingers were all that could satisfy it.

  He lifted them away from her body and she braced for another blow. “Sure you don’t want to tell me the truth about how often you’ve been spanked?” he asked.

  Fuck. If he figured out she was lying she’d be thrown off the island. No more arthrochilus nocturnem. No more Carter. She needed to work out what lies she could get away with telling and which ones she had to hold back, but her mind was too muddled to make that decision now. And clearly, he knew the answer to this one. Hopefully inexperience wasn’t a deportable offense.

  “Just once,” she said. “But…”

  “But?” He stroked along the edges of her labia, teasingly close to where she wanted him. On her clit. Or inside her.

  “I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like.”

  “Good girl. And now that you know?”

  Oh god. Am I supposed to beg for more? Admit that it’s making me burn with desire, as if he couldn’t tell? “It’s, um. Interesting.”

  He swatted her again, jolting her. It was different this time, less sting but it moved her, pressed into her. She hadn’t realized a hand could feel so different doing almost the same thing. Wasn’t that why people used whips and crops and canes and all that, for different sensations? But he alternated the short stinging blows and the deep rocking ones, mixing sharpness and ache, and always connecting it up with a middle stroke that ended with a touch on her clit. There wasn’t enough to get off, but the want in her belly built until it ached. Her breasts felt heavy and neglected. She wanted something inside her, filling and taking her.

  “Fuck me,” she asked. She hadn’t meant to, but raw need had taken control of her tongue.

  “No. Not now. You’re going to come for me.” His finger swirled in small circles around her clit. She couldn’t have done better herself. He seemed to know the right pressure and the right speed to build her desire into an inferno. But she was too embarrassed to have an orgasm now, bent over his lap and completely at his mercy. He’ll think I’m a complete slut.

  “Come now.”He pressed harder and everything burst at once. She couldn’t control her legs, which flailed pointlessly. She wasn’t going anywhere. Ecstasy rippled over her, starting at her clit and spreading over her thighs and stomach. She squealed, hating the noise she made but unable to stop it. For a moment everything seemed to clench, and then let go to leave her utterly relaxed.

  “Good girl.” His voice was steady, calm. She panted, trying to catch her breath. He held her in place, in no particular hurry, although now that she had been satisfied she noticed the hardness that pressed into her stomach. It had been there for a while, she realized. I did that. I turned him on. Or at least he liked spanking me.

  She remembered what Rhonda had said about Amber and Kyle on the patio. The pool was on the opposite side of the building from the women’s rooms, so no one would be looking out on them. Probably. But if they did, it wasn’t as if she’d get arrested.

  “Can I do something about that?” she asked.

  “About what?”

  It had to be on his mind, didn’t it? Did a man ache like she did when he was aroused? “About your cock. I…” She looked around. The concrete would be too hard on her knees. But there were cushions that would solve that problem nicely. “I could give you a blowjob.”

  He grinned. “And have you ever done that before?”

  “Um. Yeah. A few times.” It had never been her favorite thing to do. But somehow it was what she wanted now. A man had never made sure she reached her pleasure first before either. She expected a Dom to be more selfish. She supposed she even thought it was a good quality in a sufficiently dominant man; she had fantasies of being used for a man’s pleasure and yet when it actually happened she felt cheap. Used in a not very good sense at all. Taken advantage of. Sex came with a lot of confusing emotions. Right now though, it was simple payback. And an act of submission, and that was what she was here for—other than the orchid, of course. She wanted to explore that part of her, as long as it didn’t get in the way. Right then, she was willing to have it get in the way a bit even.

  “You may, if you want to.”

  “May I get a cushion?”

  “Of course.”

  She walked over to get one, pulled it over and knelt. She reached for his shorts. He lifted himself off the chair so she could get them down and his cock sprang free. He was so long and thick she knew she couldn’t get the whole thing in her mouth, but she thought she might have fun trying.

  She kissed the tip and then licked it, looking up at him. She thrill
ed at the sharp intake of breath, the extended blink as she tickled his nerves. She slid the warm shaft into her mouth, exploring the velvet of his glans, the rippled skin behind it and the stretched smoothness of his shaft. She felt his pulse against her tongue and it made her feel powerful.

  Suddenly she was impatient. She didn’t want the taste of him, especially; she’d never been fond of that. And this would be worse. There was no toothbrush in easy reach for after. But that would be a small price to pay for knowing she could get this man off as easily as he’d made her climax. Not a very submissive thought. Whatever.

  She tightened her lips around him and took him in until he tickled the back of her throat. She pulled back and took him in again, up and down, bobbing as fast as she could. No man could last long, as hard as he was. She’d have him in no time. She knew she better make a decision about whether to swallow, if she could, or to spit it out afterward, because if she didn’t decide the result was bound to be ungraceful. She wasn’t sure she could manage the swallowing, although that definitely looked the best, and she wanted to give as good as she’d gotten.

  Her orgasm had felt incredible. His hand came to rest on her head. The salty taste of his precum excited her tongue. He gripped her hair. Maybe he wasn’t going to give her a choice. Maybe he’d push her head down. She wanted it. She felt him throb and pulse and knew that he was close. She couldn’t help but smile around him. Now, she thought, unable to give a command with her mouth full.

  Suddenly, to her shock, he pulled her back. It hurt her scalp but it wasn’t anything worse than the spanking. Even in that he showed restraint.

  “Want to tell me the truth about why you dove out of your room?”

  She blinked. He had been a second away from coming, she was sure of it. All the power should have rested with her and yet he’d stopped her.

  “I—” She stopped herself. For a moment she indulged the fantasy that if she told him he’d be on her side and it would all become so simple. But that was madness. The owners, and he was one, had already rejected a straightforward request to explore the island’s ecology.

  “Decide carefully.” His voice was husky. She could hear his need in it. Surely he wanted to come badly enough to accept whatever she said.

  “I just wanted a swim,” she said.

  He shook his head. “I don’t come in the mouth of a liar, Natalie. Up you go, and back to your room. And I’ll be watching you. Very, very carefully, until you tell me what you’re really up to. You’re not an experienced submissive, although you’re enthusiastic, I’ll give you that.”

  He let her go and pulled up his shorts. His massive erection was still obvious.

  “But…” she protested. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go, not at all.

  “Go to your room and go to sleep. Maybe I’ll let you wear clothes tomorrow. Maybe not. I kind of like you naked. In the meantime, when you want to tell the truth, you can come find me anytime at all.”

  “Now—”

  “Go. Now.”

  Something in his voice made her obey. She didn’t believe he would hit her, although she could imagine him frog-marching her back to the house like he had Amber. Nonetheless she obeyed, and a first few steps became a run. Somehow not finishing a blowjob had become far more humiliating than giving one had been. And there was no doubt at all who had the power between them. It was all Carter.

  The door was unlocked. She opened it and didn’t bother to close it behind her in her impatience to get away, and she didn’t stop hurrying until she was in her room. She would have thrown a lock if she’d had one. If he’d wanted to hurt her, he’d had the chance, but somehow she found him pretty damn frightening anyway.

  For now there didn’t seem to be much choice but to do exactly what he said. There really was nothing better to do than go to sleep.

  Carter didn’t turn away until after Natalie had disappeared from view. Damn, but her ass was sexy. She looked good naked. Her dark hair set off her pale skin, giving her a somewhat ethereal look in the black dress. Somehow naked she looked more solid, more real. Watching her wasn’t doing anything to ease his raging hard-on, that was for sure. He was tempted to jerk off right then and there. Pulling her lovely mouth off his cock had been agony. It hurts me more than it hurts you, Natalie. This time, that wasn’t just a line. He remembered the way her nipples bunched up, dark oval patches in the middle of creamy breasts. The way her pussy clenched around his fingers, so tight and so very wet. He’d wanted to fuck her then and there.

  But she was definitely lying. There was no way she jumped out in her clothes because she wanted a swim. The latch to the window required some oomph to open. It wasn’t something one did on a whim. If she had time to open that window, she had time to get into better swimming clothes.

  The thought that she might be suicidal reared its ugly head. If so, she had second thoughts immediately, because she swam right to shore without taking even a single stroke toward the open ocean. No, there was something deeper going on.

  Her impulse to lie about her experience was another thing. But she had clearly been startled by the way his hand felt. If she’d been spanked before, he was willing to bet it wasn’t by anyone who knew what he was doing. And that meant she had lied in her application as well. If he told Tom and Kyle they’d want to send her home. Roger would agree with them. In some sense, that’s what he should do, but he didn’t want to. Not until he understood why.

  He’d been an investigator for the US Army for years, and he hadn’t lost the desire to ferret out a problem. Sometimes he’d had to let his superiors know his suspicions before he was absolutely sure, because there was simply too much at stake, but it had always galled him. How much trouble could a girl cause, anyway? She wasn’t a cop, and anyway, nothing they did was illegal. She could be a journalist but he doubted it. If you were going undercover, the last thing you wanted to do was claim to have an expert knowledge of a completely unrelated field, and her application said she had a PhD in Biology. Whether he ought to tell the others or not, he knew full well he wasn’t going to.

  The gentle waves of the ocean reflected the moonlight, an ever-shifting sea of flickers. He wished he hadn’t sent Natalie to bed. He would have enjoyed watching it with her and seeing her reaction. Although he’d have a hard time watching the ocean and not her.

  Kyle opened the door, followed by Tom, and walked over toward him. Tom had a bottle of beer in his hand and Kyle had two.

  “Hey, bro,” said Kyle. “How you doing? You look thoughtful.”

  “Heh. Wouldn’t be the first time.”

  Kyle handed him a bottle and Carter twisted the cap off and pocketed it.

  Tom picked up the wet dress and eyed Carter. “We were feeling all sorry for you, missing out on the action, but I see something happened out here after all.”

  Carter chuckled. “Yeah, I think maybe we’d better switch girls for a while, Tom. If you don’t mind taking on Rhonda.”

  Tom laughed. “I don’t mind taking on Rhonda. That girl is stacked. And eager to please. Was halfway tempted to sleep with her and leave you guys with the housework.”

  Carter shrugged. “You do what you think best.” All of them had short sleep schedules and the usual drill was to tidy up for an hour or two in the morning before the submissives were up and about. When all four of them were there, it was easier to manage. In any case, each Dom was free to make whatever decision he thought was best for the girl he was in charge of, and if that meant that things didn’t get shared perfectly evenly, that was the way it went. A year ago Carter had been paired with a woman who hardly slept at all, and if he wasn’t there distracting her she’d spend the extra hours anxious about work rather than enjoying her vacation, so he had skimped on housework so he could give her constant attention.

  Tom nodded. “I suspect she’s the type to want to do us all before the week is through, so I’m sure you’ll get your chance.”

  Carter frowned. What was wrong with him that he didn’t find tha
t enticing? Fake tits or no, Rhonda was a good-looking woman, and in any case he’d never thought beauty was anything but skin deep. She seemed nice enough and certainly she was willing. Submissive. It wasn’t as if he was looking for a virgin.

  Each time they did this, opened the island up to paid guests, he found it less interesting. In theory, it was perfect. Submissive women, no long-term commitment. Maybe the perfection was the problem. He wanted a challenge, someone whose submission had to be seduced. When a woman had paid for a vacation specifically so that she could take on the submissive role, there was no seduction needed. Some played coy, like Amber with her suitcase tantrum, but that usually lasted less than a day.

  Natalie was different. And that was intriguing. Carter took a sip from his beer.

  “Penny for your thoughts, mate,” said Kyle.

  “Hmm? Me. Nothing much,” said Carter. “Suppose we have to get to work shortly. The sunset was beautiful tonight.”

  Kyle looked at him speculatively. Tom said, “Sure beats Iraq, eh?”

  Kyle raised his bottle. They had met there years ago. Tom was a SEAL, Kyle and Roger worked for the Australian SAS and Carter had been in Army Intelligence. “Everything beats Iraq,” Carter agreed, bumping his bottle against Kyle’s and Tom’s.

  Chapter Four

  “Time to rise and shine, sweetheart.”

  Natalie didn’t open her eyes. Hopefully she was dreaming again. Carter had been in her dreams all night long. She should have been plotting how to get to the jungle. Instead, she kept imagining his hands running over her body or his cock plunging into her mouth or pussy. Or sliding between her breasts. She’d been wet all night.

  She grabbed at the blanket as it slipped away from her and looked up to see Carter sitting on the edge of the bed. Grinning. At god-awful whatever-o’clock in the morning. And the worst thing about it was that she was instantly aware she was still wet.