by Marie Harte
“But I’m not your slave.”
He opened his mouth, clearly to retort, then closed it and narrowed his gaze. “No, you’re not quite there yet, are you? But you’re mine all the same. I control you in this bed, baby. Me and only me.”
Some devil sparked her to respond, “But we’re in Rick’s bed, baby.”
“What’s that?”
“You heard me.”
Ethan’s eyes darkened. “You don’t know when to quit, do you?”
His gaze turned mean, and she felt an impossible flutter in her belly. Shit. Desire, strong and true, had her readying for him again.
“Maybe you want to be punished, hmm?”
“No, Ethan, I mean, Master, I’m good. I was just kidding.”
Ethan said nothing. Instead, he loosened the restraints on her ankles and tossed her over onto her belly, the ties around her wrists long enough to allow such movement. Then he pulled her up so she rested on her hands and knees.
Both nervous and impossibly excited, she glanced over her shoulder, needing to see what he was up to. Deep down, she knew Ethan wouldn’t seriously harm her. But she didn’t know what he’d consider punishment. And the thought of the things he might do to her stimulated nerve endings in her body that should have been tired by now.
Rick’s statement suddenly rushed back. Now just imagine that fiery shade of red on her ass after a spanking, when she’s coming around your cock. Wet heat built between her thighs, anticipation spiking her reaction.
Then Ethan slipped a blindfold over her eyes, and she froze.
“Master?”
Her voice was shaky, but damn it, a blindfold? She recalled the dozen or more whips and cat-o’-nine-tails hanging on the wall. What the hell had she gotten herself into now? And why didn’t her fear of what came next dampen her enthusiasm for what Ethan thought she deserved?
A rough hand slid over her left buttock, and she started. The blindfold heightened her other senses. The rasp of his hand over her ass sounded loud in the silence of the room. The feel of his palm, the harsh texture of hands used to hard work sliding over her silky- smooth skin, made her shiver. And his scent, the muted smell of spicy cologne and sweet, musky sex, had her mouth watering.
“Easy, slave.” Shoot, he’d reverted to calling her “slave” instead of “baby.” And worse, she found she was starting to like playing his sexual submissive. “You have to learn when to speak and when to remain silent. In my bed, wherever the fuck I sleep, you belong to me and no one else unless I decide to share you.”
“Share me?” She squeaked when his hand came down hard over her ass, the spanking a painful slap against her tender flesh.
“Did I say you could speak?”
You son of a bitch. She fumed, remaining silent. Her ass stung from that wallop.
“Rick was right. What a pretty red.” Ethan chuckled and massaged the stinging flesh, leaving an odd warmth in his wake. “You’re mine, slave. Mine to take, mine to fuck, mine to share if I so please. What’s wrong? I thought you liked looking at Rick. Don’t you want a taste of that rich, blond playboy, like every other woman at the resort?”
Jewel shook her head but said nothing. Sure, doing Rick wouldn’t be a hardship, and anybody with eyes could see his physical attraction. But Rick didn’t make her heart race and her body tremble the way Ethan did. She’d fantasized about Ethan. Lord, had she.
“Good.” Ethan rubbed her right buttock, squeezing her cheeks together around a hard, hot, and prodding cock. “Now talk, slave. Tell me, do you want me to give you to Rick?”
“No.” No way. Rick made her nervous while Ethan made her hot. Only with Ethan would she feel safe to do whatever ‑‑
What the hell was she thinking?
Another slap, and she yelped, her right ass matching her left in the pain department.
Ethan rubbed the sting away again. “Stay with me, baby. I want your head here, in this game. What, thoughts of Rick making you distracted?”
“No, you big jerk. Thoughts of you,” she retorted. Uh-oh. Not smart.
Jewel felt him rest the tip of his penis at her anus, and she froze. She’d never done it that way and wasn’t sure she wanted to.
“Explain, now.” He nudged farther, starting to penetrate, and she swallowed. He stopped, and the pressure eased after a moment, her anus parting to accommodate him. But the thought of him there scared the hell out of her. So why was she creaming again?
“I just… Sure, Rick’s attractive. But I wouldn’t touch him unless you were there with me.”
He said nothing and remained still. She wished she could see his expression, because she didn’t know how he’d take her next words, and much as she regretted it, the dam on her self-preservation seemed to have broken wide open.
She took a deep breath. “I don’t know why, but I feel safe with you. Which is odd, considering you just spanked my ass,” she added under her breath. When his palm stroked where he’d spanked, she quickly added, “I don’t really want Rick. But if you wanted to, um, share me, I’d be willing to be with him if you were there with me. You know, like a ménage or something?”
Her face felt hot, and she knew she must have looked as red as the scarlet ties holding her wrists. You should have lied, stupid. Ethan doesn’t want to hear that you think another man’s hot enough that you’d do him. She didn’t think she could be any more dense and chalked up her idiocy and blabbiness to sexual anticipation.
“So you want a threesome, hmm?”
He began caressing her, and she exhaled quietly. Apparently, she hadn’t pissed him off with the truth. Thank God.
“No, I don’t. I just told you that if I ever did have sex with Rick, it would have to be with you participating, too. And frankly, I don’t see you sharing.”
He withdrew the flesh pressing her anus, to her simultaneous relief and disappointment. “You don’t, hmm?”
“I mean, you would if you wanted to. You said you would, but you don’t want to share me, not yet anyway. I’m like a new toy, fun for the moment, right?”
“You’re much more than a toy, baby. But I like your honesty. It’s worth a reward…later. Maybe once you’ve been handed your punishment and taken it like a good girl. A good slave.”
She groaned.
He spanked her again. “What’s that, slave? I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you for punishing me, Master.”
“Very nice. I think you’re trainable after all, baby.”
Jewel gritted her teeth, wanting to call him every name in the book. And then he rubbed her heated ass and thrust her knees farther apart on the bed. The damned blindfold made her feel every touch with twice the sensation, and his powerful thighs between her legs felt as good as a caress.
“I’m going to fuck that ass soon, baby. Soon, but not now. Now you need something more to instill true discipline.”
She shook her head, her hair cascading down her back and over her shoulders.
Ethan grabbed her by the strands and jerked her neck back. He leaned over her, his body pressing against hers, and turning her head, he met her lips in a brutal kiss. The minute his tongue penetrated her lips, his cock shoved inside her pussy with force.
She groaned at the intense pleasure, allowing him easier access into her mouth. A big man, Ethan had strength, and he used it without restraint as he rode her. His sheer energy made her wetter and wetter, and Jewel met his thrusts with an animalistic groan, true rapture only hampered by the hard hold on her head.
Ethan released his grip on her hair and pummeled into her, gaining better penetration with his hands now controlling her hips. “You belong to me and no one else. Understand?”
She nodded, joy rushing through her at the idea of being so possessed. As she turned away and stared into the blackness of her blindfold, she couldn’t help feeling pleasure at her crazy situation. God, she felt so good, so incredibly sexy. That Ethan could want her so much… No one ever had before. No man had ever made her feel even
a tenth of the feelings that Ethan did.
He rocked into her again and again, his balls smacking her clit, his thighs pressing against the backs of hers, dominating, claiming. And then he pushed her harder, touching the heart of her womb.
“Master,” she cried, the sensations intense.
“Don’t you dare come,” he said through gritted teeth. “You’ll take it and take it. And come only when I say so.” His breathing was heavy, his words hoarse. “Fuck.” He pulled out and came, shooting over her back. She could feel the hot jets of cum marking her skin, and felt indescribably let down that he hadn’t released inside of her.
Oh, shit. That’s way too weird. And submissive. And sexually slavish. What the hell? Maybe I am his to control, because God knows I’m no longer me anymore.
Chapter Five
Ethan had never come so hard before and wanted to melt like a puddle at Jewel’s feet. Christ, the woman had him spinning in a million different directions far flung from reality. For a minute there, he’d believed the whole shebang. That she was his, his possession, his to control. No longer living a fantasy, he’d slipped into a sexual dream way too bizarre to be real.
And yet…she knelt before him, his cock still throbbing as he slid his tired member through her ass cheeks, stroking the last of his cum from his slit. Her back was a mess, awash with his seed. And the sight stirred him.
Mine.
Not questioning the impulse, he rubbed his cum into her skin, delighting in the sensual shivers from his still-frustrated slave. Ethan felt warm all over that she trusted him. She might not realize it, but she’d given him much more than he might have hoped, and in such a short time.
Any woman with a heartbeat desired what Rick had to offer, yet Jewel didn’t seem to want it. And she’d told the truth. He’d read it in her body language and in her hastily blurted words.
Damn, but the thought of her anywhere near Rick made him want to break the man’s legs and rip out his heart. Rick held a powerful sway over others, a mystique Ethan had yet to understand. Jewel Riser, if that was even her real name, belonged to Ethan. And as much as Rick made him wonder about things best left alone, he refused to share Jewel with the man. Boss or no boss. Ethan’s interaction with Jewel went far beyond master and slave. And now, he had to question who’d mastered whom.
Incredibly, his cock rose once more, and he rubbed Jewel’s firm ass, not surprised when she moaned softly. She was aroused and suffering. And he knew his punishments were working. Hell, he was a pussy for being so easy, but his heart softened at the thought of Jewel needing him.
“Are you thankful for your discipline, baby?” he asked in a gruff voice, knowing she had to be royally pissed at being used like this. The woman was upset, but the submissive slave that knelt before him reveled in it.
“Thank you, Master.” Her voice was soft and reedy, and he knew what she needed.
Ethan left the bed. “Stay there, and don’t move.”
He glanced back and saw that she obeyed his command, her head hanging low as she tried to catch her breath. Her ass was red, her arms crossed helplessly before her, and the blindfold controlling her vision prodded his tired body into another state of unruly arousal.
Ethan returned to her with a small vibrating butt plug. Soft and pink, the toy made him think of his middle finger, save it was somewhat fatter and not as long. He’d told her he’d take her ass later, but he wanted to watch her reactions as he played with her before setting her off.
He found a small bottle of lube in the bed stand and slathered the coconut-scented oil over the plug’s head. Placing a steady hand on the small of her back, he felt her shiver and smiled. This was going to be so damned good.
“Now, slave, we’re going to incorporate some actual training. A good slave takes her master in every way without complaint.” He couldn’t help his voice from sounding so thick. He stroked her ass with the plug and watched her shudder. “Your ass is virgin, isn’t it, baby?”
She paused so long he thought he’d have to make her answer.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?”
She swallowed loudly. “Yes, Master.”
“I need to prepare you, gently,” he added, not wanting to scare her. “Anal play only increases the stimulation you’ll feel when I’m fucking you. When done right, it can make your orgasm something fierce.” He placed the plug at the small rosette of her anus. “Relax, slave, and take this inside you.”
His words had her tensing, just what he didn’t want her to do. But he wouldn’t be denied. The eroticism of pushing that little pink cock inside her ass had him growing hard again. Beautiful, so beautiful, was all he could think.
“Push out. That’s it, baby,” he breathed as she moaned and took yet another bit of the plug.
Wanting more involvement, Ethan rolled onto his back and scooted under her thighs, staring up at her dripping pussy; her smooth lips made his mouth water.
Reaching around her hips, he lowered her to his face, careful to keep the tip of the toy inside her ass while he enjoyed her pussy.
“Just a small taste, to remind myself.”
She gasped, and he slid the plug deeper as he sucked on her clit. He knew the dual sensation would intensify her orgasm. And the little witch deserved it. He’d blown so hard over her back…
“Oh, Ethan,” she groaned, sounding lost. “That’s so good.”
He ignored the fact she hadn’t called him her master, too taken with the sultry evidence of her need. Instead, he pushed the plug in a fraction more, pulling her clit between his teeth to distract her.
She shuddered and ground over his face, and he loved every minute of it. Her flesh grew tighter and tighter as he played. His hot breath, his tongue, and his teeth caressed and tormented her pussy until she was writhing and crying out his name, alternating “Master” and “Ethan” with such need he started shuddering with his own desire.
Leaving her pussy, he shoved to his knees and prepared to mount her. The sight of the ass plug aroused him even more, and he pushed it all the way in, pleased with her groan.
“Pleasure and pain, slave. Together, they’ll make you crazy with lust. But we want the pleasure to far outweigh the pain, don’t we?”
“Yes, Master,” she breathed, pushing back into his raging erection.
“Beg me for the pleasure, slave. Beg me to give you what you really need.” Shit, he was really good at this. And who knew she’d warm to it so much? This surpassed his fantasies, and he knew it had more to do with Jewel than with the image of any woman in such a position.
“Please, Master. Let me come. I beg you.”
Her husky voice played over him like a silken caress, and he shoved his cock into her, sliding along the pressure of the plug, stimulating him more.
“Oh, oh,” she cried and squirmed against him. “I’m so full. Please, Master.”
“That’s it, baby. Beg me.”
“Please.”
She shivered, and he decided to up her ecstasy a notch. Smiling, he leaned back to press the power button on the plug, groaning when she clenched him tight as the device began vibrating.
Her channel fit like a glove, and with some effort he forced himself to pull out, only to surge back inside, sucked deep into her womb.
“Please, Master, let me come,” she begged.
Ethan heard her desperation, her voice hoarse with frustration. He slammed home a few times, his need upon him as well. But he wanted her to take him to bliss, for her to feel that giant wave before he took his pleasure.
“Come for me, baby. Come hard, and milk me dry.”
She flexed as he pounded her, and then she was crying out and stiffening around him. She closed on him, her flesh urging his semen into her body with great rapturous pulls.
Inside her this time, as if he hadn’t already climaxed earlier, he came hard, flooding her with his seed.
Ethan gripped her hips, frozen in the little death that stole every thought from his head.
And then odd visions of ropes and toys, a flushed Jewel at home in his bed, took him higher. As if the sensations in his body weren’t enough, happiness engulfed him in the presence of the angel, or rather, the sexy little witch, squeezing him tight.
“Master,” she sobbed, wiggling her ass. “Turn it off, please.”
He quickly did, not wanting to over stimulate her. Yet he kept the plug in, wanting her to get used to the stretched feeling. He would wait to take her ass, to claim what no man had ever touched before. The sheer ecstasy in the waiting would make the taking that much sweeter.
“Baby, you learn really, really fast,” he murmured, and gently pulled out. He kept her on her hands and knees, however, and stroked her entire body until she finally stopped shuddering. With some regret, he slowly pulled out the butt plug. He slid it home again and pumped it inside her a few times, pleased at the lack of resistance around it. And then he withdrew the device entirely and placed it on the table beside the bed before removing her blindfold and untying her.
Realizing they’d fucked most of the day away, he decided to give them both a rest. Yet he couldn’t wait to use the next few days to further her “training.”
He owed Rick more than Rick would ever owe him. This time spent with Jewel was priceless, a dream made real. And Ethan had waited too long in his life to see such enjoyment. The fact that Jewel had met him stroke for stroke, climax for climax, and could go another round only further illustrated how perfectly they fit. Ethan planned to make the most of his time with her. Because being with her like this gave him ideas.
Anal, oral, whatever dirty, erotic thing he wanted, he’d ply her into playing. He’d make her his perfect lover, the ultimate sexual partner. His time on the island was limited, so he’d have to work fast. He’d solve the case for Rick, mesmerize Jewel with his sexual acrobatics, and somehow convince her to return to Seattle with him.
He grunted. If only she’d be as compliant out of bed…
* * * * *
Three nights later, a man wearing nothing teetered through the halls, apparently drunk. His hands and feet felt as though they belonged to someone else, his mind inebriated on the excitement surging through him. Yet he was clearheaded enough to know that what he was doing was wrong, utterly wrong, and extremely dangerous. No one fucked with Rick Hastings without severe repercussions.