by Eve Langlais
He drew in air to center himself, because there was no denying that he’d dreamt about this moment for a long time, no denying that there was something about this woman that had the ability to breathe new life into him.
It was all he could do to keep his hands from shaking when he caressed her lightly, then lifted his hand to give her creamy skin a good hard whack.
She squealed, and he pressed a hand to her back to still her.
“Oh. My. God,” she cried out.
He smacked her again, the bright red outline of his palm on her ass filling him with a new kind of hunger. He widened her legs, and when the sweet scent of her arousal reached his nostrils, he clenched down hard. He slipped his hand between her creamy thighs and she move against him, her actions so telling. She needed release. She needed him.
“Next time,” he said, coming perilously close to her clit, but never touching. “I expect you to do exactly as instructed.”
“Yes,” she cried out, grinding her pussy on his thigh.
He widened her pretty pink lips, and he could feel the impatience thrumming inside her. Her clit was so swollen and ready, and with just the right about of pressure he knew he could get her off. But disobedience was never rewarded, and that would be her first lesson.
She writhed, but he pulled his hand away from her cunt. “Bad girls are punished, not rewarded.”
“Quinn…”
“Yes?” he asked, sliding his hand to her ass to give her another hard slap.
A cry lodged in her throat as the sound carried in the breeze. “I need you to touch me. I’m so close. Put your fingers inside me. Now,” she demanded.
He exhaled slowly. “You don’t get to make decisions or demands, Rebecca. Have you already forgotten that I’m in charge of you and I’ll decide when you come?”
Hot and wet, her liquid heat glistened in the sun as her pretty pink pussy cried out for his attention. As much as he wanted to put a finger inside her, to stroke deep and bring her to orgasm, it wasn’t part of his training. He removed his hands from her body, leaving her aching for more.
Ignoring her cries of protest, he lifted her from his lap. With her hair in disarray, and her dress gathered around her hips, she stood before him, her chest heaving, her mouth opening and closing in gasping fits. She flicked him a glance, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and frustration as she stood there, like she was waiting further instructions.
Good girl.
He studied her for a long time, then said, “Fix yourself.”
She obliged and when Ester came out with their food, Quinn stood and pulled a chair out for Rebecca. He leaned into her and whispered, “Please sit and enjoy this lovely food that Ester has once again prepared for us.”
Looking mortified, Rebecca glanced at the food, then averted her gaze. “I…I have to go.”
“Sit down, Rebecca.”
She visibly shivered as she lowered herself in to her chair, and when Quinn put his mouth close to her ear, and whispered, “You did good, Rebecca,” his words of praise seemed to do something to her, give her a sense of purpose.
“When you learn to obey, you’ll be rewarded. But in the meantime, don’t even think about touching yourself to finish what I started. If you do, I’ll know, and punishment will be twice as severe.”
Chapter Three
Rebecca paced inside her room, having endured one of the most confusing, yet exciting mornings of her life. She sat on her bed, only to rise again, the sting on her ass cheeks a blissful reminder of her punishment.
Her punishment…
Oh God how could she have liked it so much? How could she have submitted to him, putting herself at his mercy and allowing him to do whatever he pleased to her?
She shook her head hard and wrung her hands together, and as she thought about the way he dominated her a barrage of emotions coursed through her veins.
She didn’t want this.
She couldn’t.
Intelligent, successful, driven women like her didn’t hand themselves over to a man. No, they took control, set the pace and parameters in a relationship and made all the decisions, inside the bedroom and out. Right? They surely didn’t tolerate spankings or readily submit upon command.
But you know you want to.
Confused and still quivering all over, she walked to the window to look out. When she spotted Quinn near the shore, standing at the wharf looking pensive with his legs wide and his arms behind his back, her breath caught. Wondering if he still had her panties in his pocket, she stared at him for a long moment, her pussy quivering, in desperate need of attention after their sexually charged brunch together.
Widening her legs slightly, she slipped a hand between her thighs, touching herself through the silk material. Her pussy quivered, and her clit swelled beneath her touch, but then she quickly pulled her hand away, wanting to please him and obey his every command.
Oh God, she really did want this…
A knock sounded on her door, and she spun around. She pulled it open to find Michael standing there, a package in his hand. “Mr. Montgomery would like you to wear this to dinner tonight. You will dine on the beach, eight sharp. I will come collect you ten minutes early. Until then, please explore and enjoy the island.”
The second he left she hurried to her bed, far more excited than she should be to see what he wanted her to wear. She pulled open the package and inside found an exquisite cocktail dress, and pair of high heels, along with a black bustier and matching thong. She fingered the sexy outfit, one she never would have had the nerve to buy for herself, but had to admit, couldn’t wait to try on. As a jolt of excitement moved through her, she worked to tamp it down, but she was well past the point of denying that she wanted to submit to Quinn…wanted him to take full control.
Her fingers shook as she neatly folded the clothes and put them back on her bed. She checked the clock, and wondered how she would ever make it to eight. Needing to occupy her mind to pass the time, and keep her thoughts busy with something other than what might happen tonight, she slipped from her room and made her way to the water. She explored the grounds and exchanged greetings with a man, who she could only assume was Mario, as he tended to the foliage. Her glance kept straying to the wharf to where she’d spotted Quinn earlier. Disappointment settled in her gut when he was nowhere to be found.
The rest of the day passed slowly, much too slowly for her liking. The drawn out afternoon merely served as tortuous foreplay, sexual tension growing in her body with each passing second. She forced herself to explore the island, waving to those cruising by on their sailboats. With surrounding islands, occupied by vacationers, Quinn’s estate wasn’t as isolated as she had first thought, and if she really wanted to, she easily could have flagged down help and gotten herself off this island.
But you don’t want to…
That thought had her rushing back to her room. She took a quick glance at the clock, and jumped in the shower to get ready. After cleansing her body with some delectable strawberry scented shampoo and soap, she towel dried, and out of habit gathered her hair in a ponytail to tie it back, but a fine shiver moved through her when she remember he hadn’t left her an elastic band.
She let her hair dry naturally, her curls more pronounced as they cascaded down her back. Naked, she stepped into the bedroom and her heart picked up tempo as she slowly began to dress in the clothes he’d laid out for her. As she put each piece on, she wondered if Quinn would removed them, and if so how. Slowly? Furiously? Pressure brewed deep between her legs, and her clit throbbed…throbbed for his attention.
Once she was dressed, feeling desirable and sexy in the frilly underthings that fit her body to perfection, she gave herself a once-over in the mirror. She had never felt so feminine in her entire life. When the knock came at ten minutes to eight, she drew a breath to steady herself and slipped into her sexy shoes.
Michael smiled as he looked her over. “Mr. Montgomery will be pleased,” he said, and as soon as the words
left his mouth, she realized how happy that made her, how much she wanted to please him, wanted his praise. With a wave to set her in motion, he led the way to the beach, to a gorgeous, candlelit table in the sand, the ocean providing a breathtaking, romantic backdrop.
She was about to take her seat at the empty table, when a hand on the small of her back stopped her. “I see today’s punishment has taught you a lesson about tardiness.”
“Yes,” she murmured breathlessly, although for a brief moment she had considered coming late, knowing full well what the punishment would entail. Quinn pulled her chair out for her and she sat. He then moved to the other side of the table, and when she caught his glance, her heart leapt. With heat and hunger on his face, his eyes moved over her.
“You look beautiful.”
“Thank you. But how did you know my size?” She looked at the expensive designer cocktail dress. “Where did you get all these clothes?”
Instead of answering, he just smiled, poured her a glass of wine and handed it to her. “Are you hungry?”
As soon as she nodded, Ester came with salads. Rebecca took a sip of wine in an effort to settle her anxiety, then picked up her fork, but the nervousness, the excitement in her stomach made it almost impossible to eat.
“Did you enjoy your day?” Quinn began, and she sensed he was making small talk in a bid to relax her.
“Yes, it’s beautiful here. The view is breathtaking and the sea air is rejuvenating.”
He arched a knowing brow. “I thought you could use some time to yourself after brunch, which is why I left you alone for such an extended period.”
He was right, she did need time to examine what had happened between them, and come to terms with how this weekend would play out, how much she wanted it to play out.
“But do know that for the rest of your time here, you won’t be left alone. You will be under my care at all times.”
Under his care…
Her throat tightened and she couldn’t believe how much she liked the sound of that. She picked at her food, too excited to eat as she thought about putting herself in his hands again. Quinn seemed to notice her anxiety, which she couldn’t seem to hide.
He wiped his mouth with his cloth napkin, then set it beside his plate. “Have you lost your appetite, Rebecca?” he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.
She looked at him, and said, “Maybe a little.”
He pulled his chair out from the table. “Come here.”
Oh God.
He cocked his head, his eyes assessing her. “What has you so nervous?”
“This…you,” she admitted quietly, lowering her eyes.
“Does this make you so uncomfortable that you want to use your safe word?”
She exhaled slowly. “No.”
“Have you been thinking about your punishment earlier today?”
“Yes.”
“Is your pussy still hot and wet, like it was when I put my hand to your bare ass?’
“Yes,” she croaked out.
“Look at me, Rebecca.”
When she met his dark gaze he asked, “You didn’t touch yourself did you?”
“No. You told me not to so I didn’t.”
That brought smile to his face and her insides leapt with pleasure. “That’s a good girl, Rebecca. And like I told you earlier, good girls get rewarded.”
God, yes…
He sat back in his chair and silence hung for a long time. Her inside twisted with desire as she waited to see what came next, not daring to make the next move, and loving that the decision wasn’t hers to make. That realization shocked her, but more importantly, excited her beyond anything she’d ever known. Honestly, she had no idea how much she wanted this until he’d spanked her, until he asked her to submit to him. She wasn’t sure how, but the powerful Quinn Montgomery had somehow tapped into her deepest, darkest desire—ones she didn’t even know she had until now—and forced her to examine herself from the inside out.
And she was damn grateful he had…
“I assume you wore the lingerie I left for you.”
She nodded.
“Don’t nod at me. Speak.”
“Yes,” she answered. “I wore the lingerie.”
“Show me.”
Moisture broke out on her skin and she glanced around, aware that his staff was milling about, and here, near the ocean, with candles outlining their silhouette, if someone happened to sail by, they’d be able to see her.
“Show me,” he repeated, only harsher, the warning clear in his tone.
A small noise sounded in her throat as she released the zipper at the back of her dress, allowing it to slip from her body and puddle at her feet. Quinn just sat there, taking his time to look at her body in the sexy clothes he’d obviously chosen with care.
“You have a beautiful body. You shouldn’t keep it covered.” A long pause then, “Come closer.”
She stepped toward him, her shoes sinking in the sand.
“Take off your shoes.”
She slipped out of the heels, the sand warm beneath her toes.
“Get on your knees.”
She sank to her knees before him, and he cupped her chin. He lifted her face until her eyes met his. Then his hand trailed over her cheek, her neck, until he reached her cleavage. He lightly touched her, feathering his thumb over her breasts, before trailing his fingers back to her mouth. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, then pushed it inside her mouth.
“Show me how you suck,” he said.
Rebecca closed her mouth around his thumb and sucked deeply, using her tongue to brush the rough tip. When she heard a tortured moan, her body quaked, hoping…praying, he’d replace his thumb with his cock. Her mouth watered for him, aching to be stretched and filled, pushed beyond her limits.
He pulled his thumb out and ran it along her neck, wetting her skin with her saliva. “Do you like to suck cock, Rebecca?”
She nodded, but then remembered she was supposed to speak. “Yes.”
His voice dropped an octave. “Would you like to suck mine?”
“I would.”
As Quinn stood, and unbuckled his pants, she shivered in anticipation. With his instructions clear, she released his cock, and when she caught a glimpse of his impressive size and girth, her womb clenched with need. To know she could make him this hard, to visually see how much he wanted her, brought her to a whole new level of excitement. He fisted her hair as she leaned toward him, determined to please him.
She gripped his cock, and he jutted his hips forward, feeding it into her waiting mouth. She widened her lips, taking in as much as she possibly could, but when he said, “No hands,” she let them fall to her sides.
She rocked back and forth, spending a long time pleasuring him. Her moans grew louder when she tasted the salty cream dripping from the tip, and she wondered if he’d release in her mouth, shoot his hot seed down her throat. He growled and his muscles bunched as his veins filled with blood, but before he gave himself over, he gripped her shoulders and pulled her off.
“Stand up,” he demanded as he tucked his cock away and zipped up his pants.
She climbed to her feet and he sat back in his chair as she stood before him, waiting for his instructions.
“Show me your breasts.”
Ripples of pleasure moved through her as she removed her bustier, the misty ocean breeze pebbling her already hard nipples.
Quinn pushed her hair off her shoulder, put his finger into her mouth, brushing it over her tongue to wet it, then scraped it over her pebbled nubs. She bit back a breathy moan and leaned into his touch.
“Don’t do that,” he said, his voice rough. “Just stand still while I touch you, and don’t make a sound until I tell you to.” She sucked in a breath and he trailed his hand over her breasts, stroking them gently before pinching her nipple, hard.
She wanted to cry out but she’d been given a direct order, so instead she remained quiet, waiting to see what came next. He
pinched harder, to the point of blissful pain, and then he rose from his chair. With slow, unhurried movements he circled her, and when he moved behind her, her ass bare to him in her thong, he lightly trailed his hands over her tender backside, and put his mouth near her ear.
“It’s almost a shame you weren’t tardy tonight,” he whispered, his hot breath doing delicious things to her senses. “Your ass looks like it could use another spanking.”
He dropped to his knees and she swallowed, the sound carrying in the night as he paid homage to her round cheeks, touching gently and kissing away the sting that his hand had left behind earlier. She wanted to move, wiggle, push up against him, but found excitement in following his rules and remaining quiet and motionless.
He gripped the elastic on her thong and gave a little tug downward. “Now let me see that pretty cunt of yours. Let me see if it’s hot and wet for me.”
He stood, moved back in front of her and reclaimed his chair. “Take your panties off,” he ordered.
She gripped the scrap of lace, and slid them down her legs. She lifted one foot then the other, until she was stark naked and shaking from want.
“Now hand them to me.”
His deep voice made her toes curl as she passed them over and he brought them to his nose to inhale her scent before tucking them in his pocket. Holding her gaze, he called out for Ester, and when Rebecca made a move to cover herself, aware that his cook would see her naked, he gave a slow shake of his head to stop her, the cold warning in his eyes stilling her hands.
Ester stepped from the shadows. “Please clear the table, Ester. Then you may take the rest of the night off to do as you please.”
“Your food, sir?” she asked.
“Chill it for later. There is only one thing I’m interested in feasting on right now.”
“Very well,” she said as Rebecca’s knees quivered in anticipation. With her breasts heavy and her pussy on display, she watched Ester removed the dishes and carry them back to the estate at the top of the hill.