Did she want more? Her body said yes, while she shamelessly responded to his every thrilling touch, but her mind said she was crazy having known the man less than a full day. Her intention of coming here hadn’t been to hook up, or had it? No… her deeply ingrained ‘good girl mentality’ had a problem with having sex with a near stranger. Yes, allowing him to spank and touch her in every way imaginable was pushing the envelope, but she decided third base was far enough… probably. No, definitely… okay, maybe almost certainly. There was another concern. He’d already set the standard by which every man would be measured in the future. If she slept with him, she was afraid it would ruin sex for her with another man, as well.
Making about as much sense as one of her board members during their monthly rant about the earnings report, she laughed, giddy in her happy befuddlement. As she rounded the side of the mansion, looking for the trail back to her cabana, the gentle gurgle of water called to her. Veering off to the left, she eagerly approached the grotto. Recessed behind palms and tropical vegetation, it was discreetly out of the way although not hidden. Anyone passing by could stop and admire the fall of water down the rocky wall, which fed the gleaming blue-green pool beneath. Almost imperceptible behind the shallow misty falls was a cavern with a path leading to it. It was pure temptation to an inquisitive passerby like herself. What was really enticing was the crystal clear water and she was of a mind to take a dip. Why not? No one was around. She’d have it all to herself.
Easily convinced, she dropped her sarong and slipped into the water. It was the perfect temperature for swimming; of course, was anything less than perfect a possibility at Pleasure Bay? Leaning back, she allowed her body to become buoyant as she relaxed into a float, drifting under the gently cascading water.
Closing her eyes, she recalled her grotto fantasy. The handsome man had been replaced by Jaxon, the reality of his ripped body and handsome face surpassing even what her brain had created. Even his voice had been replaced by Jaxon’s and she smiled to herself as his deep, husky voice whispered her name in her daydream. Resting atop the silky cool waters, she lost track of time. Having no idea how long she lingered, she drifted along without a care until a splash disrupted her reverie. Lurching upright, her feet found the bottom as she stood. She looked around and saw nothing. It must have been a bird, or possibly a fish.
A large figure surging out of the water mere inches in front of her prompted a startled shriek of alarm. It took only a second to recognize Jaxon’s grinning face.
She smacked him lightly on the arm, slightly miffed as her heart tried to slow. “Sneaking up on someone like that isn’t nice.”
“Sorry, my lovely water sprite, but I called your name twice. You were so lost in your daydream that you didn’t notice. I couldn’t resist joining you when I walked by and saw you floating here all alone.” His hands pulled her close to him. “Plus, it’s payback. If I’d gotten to the cabana and you weren’t there, I would have worried.”
“So, scaring ten years off my life makes us even? I have to call a big fat B.S. on that one, sir.”
“Hmm… That sounds like sass to me and that snarky tone is far from respectful. You’re testing your bottom’s resilience, I believe.” He began towing her through the water.
“Jax, I mean, sir…” Her tone was more respectful as she realized she’d stuck her foot in it. The voice in her dream had been him calling her name. When she saw the flat rock in front of her, she froze. This was her fantasy come to life, jeez-oh-man!
“Up you go. We’ll see how respectful you become after a few smacks on a wet derriere.”
She found herself belly down on the cool slate-like boulder, which was the ideal height for what Jax had in mind, a good old-fashioned butt busting. It seemed too coincidental that this precise stone just happened to be in just the right spot. She imagined it had been placed purposefully as part of the landscaping. Her mind reeled as she tried to remember if she’d mentioned the grotto and the table-rock in her application? If she hadn’t, they’d read her mind and were doing everything to make her fantasies come true, just like they’d promised.
Offhandedly, she wondered if this place had been given a name, like all the others. The spanking stream came to mind or even better, the paddling pond. She stifled a giggle as he moved her into position. Her silly thoughts incongruent with the treatment she was about to receive.
“Stay exactly where you are, Sydney. If you move a millimeter, I’ll double what you have coming. Understand?”
His warm caress along the backs of her wet thighs belied the sternness behind his words and startled her out of her wandering thoughts. “I understand completely.”
“Hmm… we’ll see. Be right back.”
There was splashing behind her and an odd rustling noise. A squawking bird, disturbed by the goings on, suddenly flew out of a nearby tree and made her jump, but she held her position.
He was back beside her the next moment, giving her praise. “That’s my girl. You can be obedient when you want to be. I had no doubt.” His hand patted her wet bottom gently. “Since you’ve had three spankings in under twenty-four hours, I’m going to give your poor bottom a break.”
Disappointment swept through her. She had really wanted to live out her fantasy in the grotto and had already decided that if he had the urge to take her from behind, she wouldn’t deny him.
“Aw, honey, you look like a little girl who’s lost her kitten. Did you want a spanking so badly?”
“No, not really.” This said in such a pouty voice they both recognize it as a bold-faced lie if ever there was one.
“Now I’m the one calling a big fat B.S. on that one, Sydney. No lying to your dom.” He swatted her once, full on the ass with his open palm. The water multiplied the amount of sting by at least ten, maybe twenty. As a second one fell, she knew she was wrong; it was by fifty and stung like the dickens. She was unable to remain silent as a cry burst from her lips at the next resounding smack.
“Sweet heavenly mercy, Jax! You said you were giving my butt a break.” Another smack landed. “You can stop now,” she cried. “I did want a spanking, but I’ve changed my mind.”
“Baby…” he said, drawing the word out with a sigh. “You still don’t understand how this works, do you? As the dom, I decide when and where, as well as with what and how many. That you think you have a choice in the matter—other than a safeword—is cute, but so very wrong.”
His hands stroked over her rapidly drying skin. Then he made a tsk-tsk noise before sluicing handfuls of pool water over her, re-wetting her butt.
She knew he was gearing up for more and whimpered, torn between the yearning to act out her fantasy—including the chance of getting fucked by Jaxon—and self-preservation, which meant doing whatever was necessary to avoid more painful swats on her wet skin. His hand squeezed a tender cheek and she made a split-second decision—going with self-preservation and some serious begging.
“Would it help to say I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions and sassing, sir?”
“Possibly, you could try. Let’s hear it.”
“Please, sir, I’m sorry for my sassy mouth. I’d be ever so grateful if you stopped now.”
“Very pretty, Sydney.” He bent over her back, gliding his lips over her spine, his tongue slipping out to lick down the center, over the ridges and bumps, making her squirm. When he got to her cheeks, he kissed her before rocking her world with an open-mouthed kiss. With a long, thorough lick he began at her pulsing clit, swirled around her needy, aching channel, and ended with a wet glide over her tight puckered hole. Gawd! Near out of her mind with desire, she wiggled and squirmed, spreading her thighs and lifting her bottom higher, eager for more.
“That’s right, baby, spread for me.” His lips left her, but his warm hand covered a good portion of her bottom, holding her still. Next, he began slapping the back of her thighs, adding a burn to her uninitiated skin.
“Ouch! But you said if I apologized…”
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No,” he corrected, amusement clear in his voice. “I said possibly, when you asked if it would help.”
“Oooo!” She couldn’t believe it. Just when he’d gotten to the really good part and she thought he would take her as in her fantasy, he’d stopped only to spank her more. She felt betrayed. How dare he?
Wait! Hold the phones, a nagging voice inside her warned. This is exactly what you asked for Sydney, remember? A spanking weekend with a dominant man in control. Cursing silently at her conscience—that annoying voice of reason—for always being right, she also kicked her feet in frustration, splashing them both.
Jax seemed unperturbed, alternating a few more spanks across her thighs, his hand caressing away the sting only after he’d stopped. Then his fingers slipped in between her pussy lips, locating her clit. Expertly, he stimulated the bundle of nerves there until she was squirming, the discomfort of his spanks all but forgotten. As she was getting close and breathing hard, he stopped and laid on six more. These rained down quickly and once done, his fingers found her again.
The torment of the pleasure-pain went on for long minutes, the hand on her bottom joining in on the play. She sucked in air as his fingertip stroked over her most private spot. That was a virgin hole, untouched by any man until now.
“I remember there was no limit on anal.” His husky voice stirred her, pushing her arousal higher as he rimmed the tight pucker, then pressed in just a bit.
Anal sex was taboo, yet it had always fascinated her. Now, at the eleventh hour, she wanted to take it back, uncheck the yes box, mark it a big honking no, and switch the light from green to a flashing red. As her anxiety soared, she didn’t know whether to cry like a baby, or beg him to treat her like a woman and take her—hard.
He slipped inside, shallow at first, his broad finger stretching her taut skin up to his first knuckle. As he worked it in deeper, she held her breath, waiting. Never knowing what to expect from one minute to the next, which she imagined was his intention, he kept her off balance and guessing.
A second joined the first on the next glide, stretching her much wider. Unbelievably, it felt good and she groaned with pleasure. It was a low, guttural growl actually and the sound bounced off the stone walls and the dancing waters of the grotto. With a whispered, “perfect,” he plunged his wide fingers in and out of her tight ass until she begged him to make her come.
Feeling his lips on her tender cheek, they moved against her skin as he spoke. “It appears anal as a punishment won’t be very effective. You are enjoying it entirely too much.” He kept at her for another few minutes, plunging and twisting his fingers inside her until she felt the pressure of her climax within reach. “You cannot imagine how much this pleases me. It’s amazing how much we are in sync.”
Then he stopped. His slow withdrawal was accompanied by her frustrated wail of “No, Jaxon, please don’t stop.”
He smoothed his hands over her bottom and hips reassuringly. “That was freakin’ hot, baby, but your pleasure will have to wait a bit. We have a punishment to finalize. I’m almost done, so whatever you do, don’t come without my permission. I’d hate to have to tack on more spankings and delay your pleasure. Do you understand?”
Her answer was a garbled, “yes, Jaxon,” as she groaned around the words. With her nervous system on edge from the constant stimulation of the last thirty minutes—check that, the last twenty-four hours—she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
A strange whoosh broke the air as a line of wetness then fire crossed her thighs. She screamed from shock as much as anything.
“What in the world was that?”
“Two more,” was his non-answer. Another zip of fiery sensation fell across her thighs.
“No whips,” she gasped. “It’s a hard limit.”
“It’s not a whip, baby. If it’s too much, use your safeword.”
When she didn’t, he zapped another stroke across her thighs, the final one if he held to his promise. Afterward, his fingers resumed their caressing.
“Never would I violate your limits, Sydney.” His voice was gruff, the tone full of passion. Was that anger she heard, or disappointment? If not one of the two, it was clearly filled with some kind of emotion equally intense.
Panting for air, she had to know what he’d used on her, but was almost scared to look. A whip of some kind would mean she couldn’t trust him.
“Open your eyes.”
She did and stared at the green stem he held. It had been pulled from the palms that were prevalent around the island and lined the grotto. Relief washed over her.
“Not a whip, but a palm frond stem—a traveler’s palm, to be precise. Was it so awful?”
As she considered his question, she realized that the individual stripes had coalesced into heat across her thighs. She couldn’t say it really hurt at all; it stung but not nearly as bad as the hairbrush and she hadn’t cut anywhere near as much of a fit over that. The sting was already fading into a prickling sensation as he rubbed, gently tracing his hands cool with water from the pool over her tingling skin.
Sydney was beginning to think she might have overreacted. Maybe it was the situation, the fear of the unknown, the psychological component of being outside, where anyone could walk by and see them. It was most likely what she’d heard called a mind-fuck, which was spurring her reaction.
Begrudgingly, she had to admit that it wasn’t so awful.
“I can’t say it was pleasant.”
“Sydney, c’mon now, do you really expect a punishment to be pleasant? What’s more, it was only three stripes.”
“Why did it feel wet?”
He broke the stem in half easily with a snap and water poured out of the hollow stem. She touched it. The outer shell was firm but pliable, nothing like a wooden paddle, a switch, or the dreaded canes she’d seen online. She was embarrassed over how she’d carried on.
“I’m a wimp, huh?”
“Just a bit. But you’re a newbie. Everything sparks an intense, sometimes over the top reaction. It’s expected.”
His experience spoke to her and his even tones calmed her, until unbelievably he repositioned her to continue. Lifting her out of the water, he set her flexed knees on the smooth hard surface. With her head and chest resting on the rock table, she could only imagine the erotic picture she presented: crimson-stained ass high in the air, striped thighs splayed open, pussy spread wide, and her skin glistening from a mix of the water and her natural juices.
Jax didn’t waste any time as he resumed his sensual torture. Two fingers slid easily into her clenching rear hole, while his other hand started with light smacks to her inner thighs this time. She was amazed with his creativity, the position allowing him yet another new, untouched canvas. His fingers, occasionally brushing her over-sensitized pussy, had her arousal soaring to new heights.
She felt his arm anchor firmly around her hips as his warm breath brushed against her in an intimate kiss. His deep groan accompanied another long lick right before he sharply and crisply swatted her wet pussy. By the second, she was wildly writhing against the fingers in her ass. As the third slap made contact with her erect clit and swollen pussy lips, she was screaming for release.
“Fuck me!” reverberated through the grotto. It was a plea, not a curse, just like in her fantasy.
“I have to taste you.” His statement was one of pure need as he flipped her over, her back pressed against the cool stone, legs high in the air where he pressed her thighs firmly against her belly. “Damn, you’re sweet!” he growled as his mouth took possession of every aching inch of her. He laved and licked with his tongue, nipped and nibbled with his teeth, as he gorged himself on her weeping flesh. Before long, his fervently inspired mouth had her flying again.
Sydney had lost track of the countless orgasms he’d already given her this weekend. Vaguely, she made a mental note to start a scorecard—for posterity’s sake, of course. First orgasm from a man—check. It could go in her scrapbook between college graduation and m
aking her first million. If Jax hadn’t worn her out, she’d have laughed at her inanity. As it was, she drifted off, floating in a semi-conscious haze of elation.
Chapter Eleven
After a satisfying lunch at the mansion, Jennifer and Adam were approaching the path to Hibiscus Haven, her assigned weekend bungalow, when they heard the shrill cry of a woman’s voice coming from the grotto.
Jen stopped, looking behind them. “It sounds like someone’s in trouble. Do you think we should go see?”
Adam took hold of her arm, turning her back in the direction they were walking. “No, I do not. Whatever trouble that girl’s in, she more than likely has earned it, just like you, my sassy little minx.”
“Wait. What do you mean just like me? Why am I in trouble?”
Adam chuckled, wrapping an arm around Jen’s waist while they continued. “Did you forget about disobeying me this morning when I told you not to go swimming alone while I was in the shower? Or how about picking out the Wartenberg wheel when I sternly advised you not to? Oh, and what about snooping through my closets earlier and then sassing me when you got caught?”
“But—”
“Oh yes, princess, your butt is definitely in for it.” His hand slipped from her waist and he gave her ass a firm squeeze, causing her to gasp. “In more ways than one.”
A stir of excitement went through Jen’s belly at the thought of Adam’s firm, unyielding hands spanking her again. His last words echoed through her mind as she pictured his cock pushing its way into her rear hole. It had been so long since she had enjoyed that pleasure and the thought of how tight it would feel with his big cock driving its way deep inside made her pussy clench. “I’m sorry for going through your wardrobe, but I couldn’t find any sunscreen, and I didn’t want to disturb you in the bathroom. I told you, I wasn’t snooping, I was only looking for a T-shirt to put on after my swim so my shoulders wouldn’t catch too much sun.”
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