by A. C. Melody
“So good, little fox,” he moaned.
His voice sent shivering arousal spiraling through her pussy. Her nipples beaded with longing and she widened her legs on instinct, offering him more, because she didn’t want him to stop. Tessa was at the point of begging, when he stood and pulled the cushion out from under her stomach.
“Oh, Master,” she whimpered.
“Over,” he growled, even as he flipped her onto her back himself, lifting her higher onto the mattress.
Tessa sucked in a sharp breath with the instant burn that danced over her ass cheeks from the comforter, but the minute her eyes met Felix’s, it became a distant memory. His gaze was intense, roaming over her with open hunger. He fished a condom from his pocket and stuck the corner between his teeth so he could peel all of his clothes away.
It was a complete marvel how he could look twice as primal in the light of day than he had in the dim light of nighttime where shadows were unavoidable. Tessa’s eyes skimmed over his tanned skin, the white scar curving around his ribs and the dusting of dark hair in all those fantastically masculine places. Her mouth flooded with the desire to taste him everywhere. To trace her tongue over all those cords of muscle and feel them ripple under her lips. When he grabbed her ankles and pulled her closer, spreading her legs wider, she groaned a whimper of agony laced with need. Her ass burned and her arousal flowed; it was a tormenting combination.
“So fucking delicious in your suffering,” he remarked, before ripping the foil open with his teeth and rolling the condom over his cock. He gripped the top of her inner thighs with his hands, his thumbs sliding over her sex, spreading her cream and earning himself another moan. “My little fox, you are more of a sadist’s fantasy than you realize.”
It was difficult to argue with him at the moment. Without moving his hands, Felix pulled her down exactly where he wanted her, using his thumbs to spread her pussy wide open for his cock. His girth wasn’t any easier to take the second time around. Tessa winced from the instant discomfort of being stretched, even though she was no longer sore like she’d been first thing that morning. Felix was bound to change that real quick. His hands, so hot on her thighs, spread her wider and pulled her closer still. The more she whimpered, the hungrier and more determined he became. Her thigh muscles ached, her hips demanding the freedom to move, but he kept her pinned down.
“Look at me,” he demanded through clenched teeth. It was so fucking hard. He was too intense and the sun was too bright; there were no shadows to soften the sharp edges. “Hold on to the blankets, Tessa, this isn’t going to be slow or gentle.”
Her Master was always honest. Any other time she’d be grateful for that, but when he pulled back and pushed forward again, forcing his cock deeper, she could only cry out from the pleasurable ache. And she had no choice but to do exactly as he’d instructed, her hands grabbing fistfuls of material as Felix’s hips rocked faster, his cock thrusting over and over, yet slow to get any deeper.
“Master!” she cried, when the stirrings of an orgasm ignited out of nowhere.
“Not yet, Tessa,” he warned. “I need...”
There was no stopping it. Before he could even finish his sentence, he managed to plunge all the way inside of her and Tessa’s entire body arched with the resulting climax. Her toes curled, her head bowed all the way back, shoulders lifting off the bed from the force of the pleasure that surged right up the center of her being and out of her mouth as an outcry of ecstasy. No sooner had the power of it begun to ebb than shame washed over her. Her chest twisted with the emotional pain of disobeying her Master and her eyes welled up. The last thing she’d expected was to hear Felix’s deep chuckle. He leaned over her before he parted the hands she’d covered her face with. Amusement danced through the blue lust staring down at her.
“It’s okay, little fox, I’ll let you have that one,” he grinned, surprising her further. His lips captured hers, a soft press at first. They grew more passionate, replacing her tears with renewed desire. “Call it a reward for your spankings, or repayment for all the extra crap you had to go through to get your clean slate.”
Tessa caught herself before she could point out that some of that crap had been her own stupid clumsiness. That would be looking the gift horse in the mouth for sure and she wasn’t about to take another trip down that proverbial road with him.
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered.
“And you, my pet,” he purred against her mouth. “That felt so fucking good, I say we do it again.”
Tessa smiled, then inhaled a hot breath when his teeth sank into her bottom lip and he started moving as if he’d never stopped. Her Master only had one mode: blatant. There was never any gentle introduction, no preamble to help ease her into the speed and depth in which he wanted to fuck her. He just went there. His hands groped her, covering her breasts and squeezing, but he didn’t stop feasting on her mouth. For some reason, it was easier to keep her eyes open when he was there, which made her wonder if it was already becoming habit. Would she ever be able to kiss with her eyes closed again after the week was over? At the moment, she didn’t care. Nor could she imagine kissing anyone other than him, which made her feel things she’d rather not, so she was quick to shove it aside.
Felix’s hand took a rough, possessive glide down the side of her body and straight under to grab her raw ass cheek. He used it as an anchor to thrust into her harder, rolling his hips to get deeper. True to the wolf she’d likened him to, he feasted on her emissions with gluttonous pleasure. Every sound that raced out of her, fleeing without hesitance, seemed to feed his arousal. Tessa’s arms flew above her head, gripping the comforter for dear life when he shot upright and yanked her downward while slamming into her.
On his knees, he slid both hands under her and gripped so tight his fingertips were sure to leave bruises as he continued on his ruthless path. His entire body flexed when she screamed, unable to stop herself. The stab of his cock so deep inside it twisted her perception of what pleasure should feel like, because it hurt. It hurt so fucking good she never wanted it to stop. Between thrusts, Felix adjusted, spreading his thighs to widen hers and his hands slid up her torso to take their fill of her breasts. Every time he rocked back, he squeezed, and every time he rolled forward, it was with a slow rub of his thumbs over her nipples. The pattern had her body catching fire and quaking. The aching pulse of pleasure deep in her womb liquefied and curled outward like gentle waves. Yet, the pressure building didn’t feel gentle in the slightest.
“Come, Tessa,” he commanded and permitted all at once. “I said I wanted to feel it again, so be a good girl and give Master all of your hot. Aching. Pleasure.”
With each word, he rolled into her just a little harder, pushed just a little deeper. The next slide of his thumbs over her nipples started a chain reaction of tremors from her breasts all the way down to her clit to ignite the short fuse of her climax. Tessa inhaled deep, her eyes widening, then she lost all control over her body. She slapped her hands onto his arms and dug her nails into his skin. Her hips lifted from the mattress and right into the wild storm of his frantic pounding.
“Master!”
Tessa needed to move, to escape the potency. It seemed impossible, but the pleasure had given her a surge of energy and her limbs responded, grabbing hold of him in a desperate attempt to bring him closer or climb higher, whichever one would bring her relief the fastest. Tessa wasn’t sure which surprised her the most: when he responded and stretched his body over hers, or when her heart did a little flip in her chest at how good it felt to be wrapped up so tight in his arms. She tried to ignore it as she rode out his final crazed thrusts, but the unwanted emotions were too close to the surface.
Felix stilled and groaned his pleasure through gritted teeth, crushing her body to his in a perfect molding, and it damn near broke her. There was no place she couldn’t feel him. The smooth, sweat-slicked skin of his shoulder was pressed against her mouth and Tessa closed her eyes to keep from being stupid
about it. To fight the heady desire to taste him there, brush her lips over him and rake her fingers through his thick, damp hair as if she had that kind of freedom. As if they were truly lovers.
Little by little, Felix’s muscles relaxed and his arms loosened around her. After a few moments, he propped himself up on his left arm to take some of his weight off her. It was so hard to peel her eyes open and look at him like she was supposed to. Most of that was due to how exhausted she was and it must have been obvious, because he chuckled at her again.
“My poor little fox,” he sighed, brushing the strands of hair from her face that had worked loose from her braid. He placed a kiss on the tip of her nose, then on her forehead. “Go to sleep.”
“What?”
“Nap time, baby,” he repeated. “I want you to get some rest, so you’ll be up to par for tonight’s activity.”
No way in hell she was going to argue, not when just the thought of moving had her body sinking further into the mattress in protest.
“Thank you, Master.” She tried a smile, letting her eyes close again.
Tessa hadn’t realized just how hard she’d been fighting to stay awake, until she was given permission not to anymore. As she slipped right into sleep, she had no qualms blaming her emotional problem on the exhaustion, because any other reason was too uncomfortable to consider.
****
Freshly showered, Felix was dressed in the casual slacks and dress shirt he’d wear for the rest of the evening. Though it was already four o'clock and considered the hottest part of the day, he’d already acclimated to Fiji’s climate, granting him the ability to wear the clothes he’d always felt the most comfortable in. Felt the most in control in. He sat at the desk and watched Tessa sleeping across the room. She’d long since rolled over onto her stomach, because of her sore ass cheeks, he was sure. He slid an absent finger across his bottom lip as the memories from their scene played through his mind for the hundredth time. As he recalled the amount of pleasure he’d gotten from each thwack of the paddle against her soft, lush skin, his dick twitched like the shameless prick it was. Eleven swats and the last three, at least, at a level of pain he hadn’t believed she could take more than just one of. God, if he had the time, he would mold her into his little spanking slut. Have her craving it like he did, begging for it, and Felix would happily oblige.
The whole scene had surpassed his expectations. He already knew she wasn’t into pain. He’d read her membership file cover to cover, committing everything to memory. Those details that pleased him the most, in particular. Just like her past experiences offered him new areas of kink to explore, so too did Felix revel in the ability to broaden Tessa’s horizons with everything she’d never tried. There were so many things he enjoyed that she knew nothing about. It would take far more than seven days to even introduce her to them all, and that reminder made him feel like scowling.
Therein lay his biggest problem.
After declaring it was nap time, he’d given himself the luxury of remaining snug in Tessa’s arms and pussy for a total of five minutes. He’d even convinced himself it was just to make sure she’d fallen asleep soundly enough that he could move without disturbing her. It was bullshit, of course. He’d wanted to stay there. Which was precisely why he hadn’t.
Their scene had turned into the closest thing to vanilla sex Felix could recall having with anyone in too many years to count. The feel of her body completely molded to his, her soft curves touching him everywhere, her scent pervading all of his senses. To experience her every whimper, moan and breath through touch rather than just sound had been too much. Too stimulating and damaging to his self-control. That was one of the greatest appeals to bondage, having the ability to maintain self-control in order to draw out the pleasure for both him and his sub. Yet, he’d released all of Tessa’s bonds, giving her the freedom he’d never granted any other submissive. The freedom to touch and move against him, driving him to climax faster than normal.
She was getting under his skin, provoking more than just his bastard side. Though, that had reared its ugly head yet again when he’d walked into her punishment room to find another Dom already there. Crouched on the floor and a hair away from touching what wasn’t his to fucking touch. Felix’s concern for Tessa and the need to see to her immediate comfort had taken precedence, but that hadn’t stopped him from making sure the doctor understood he’d crossed a fine line. He knew who the man was, and Dr. Evans knew nothing about Felix in return. That was the way Felix liked it.
The trouble was that Dr. Evans not only happened to be an old acquaintance of Louis’s, but a respected man in his field and the Vitalz community. Felix also found it difficult to deny the brilliance of having more than one medical professional on the island during the dry run. If only the doctor hadn’t tried to outbid him for Tessa at the auction, Felix might have felt more inclined to just let it go.
He was aware it was his own nonsense making that feat more difficult than the doctor himself. That, and the lingering effects from the blow to his happy place Tessa had given him that morning. It was minimal, but he still needed to get over it fast, and for good. He’d already claimed they were back to a clean slate, which meant he couldn’t hold on to the offense any longer. A clean slate symbolized forgiveness and it had to be sincere, otherwise he was a fraud. And Felix couldn’t abide by that. Not here. He was already skirting the edges of fraudulence in too many other ways, but he’d never been anything short of genuine in his role as a dominant. With his little fox, that seemed even more imperative.
Felix rubbed a hand over his face, then turned his attention back to the monitor. He skimmed the document he’d worked up to make sure it was still to his satisfaction. When he couldn’t think of anything else to add, he saved it and hit print. The wireless printer on the sideboard to his left hummed to life, then efficiently spit out the paper. Before he could retrieve it, the envelope icon from the resort’s internal email system lit up in the bottom corner of his screen. Felix knew who it was from and could pretty much guess what it was about. He wasn’t left disappointed when he clicked it and the message opened.
You done pissing on trees or is this something else I’ll have to worry about for the rest of the week?
Felix scowled. He already knew he’d been out of line with Dr. Evans, he didn’t need Louis calling him out on it. The man was like a nanny and sheep dog all in one, but Felix wasn’t one of his fucking subs and he’d be damned if he was going to reply as such.
You get a hold of Eva yet?
Louis would get the hint. The troublesome, Los Angeles club manager needed to be his main concern, not the crap Felix was perfectly capable of handling on his own. Without waiting for a response, he shut his laptop down and rose to get the document from the printer.
He scanned it anew, recalling the last time he’d printed a similar set of rules for his final sub in Metz. She’d been just like all the others; part-time and temporary. Felix had never been attracted to the Total Power Exchange dynamic—he was far too busy. He liked his subs to be there only when he wanted or needed them to be, and always on a set schedule. If they went out together, it was with a kink scene in mind, not romance. They didn’t date. There were no sleepovers, vacations, or anything else that might indicate permanency. Their time together was spent fulfilling each other’s kinky needs, whatever it was they’d established up front that they wanted to get out of the dynamic, that was all. And it worked beautifully. Everyone was happy and that much more content in their lifestyle by the expiration date.
Tessa’s list of rules was shorter than most, but that was due to their twenty-four-hour situation. There was no need to outline everything she’d be responsible for while away from him, at work, school or home. Her diet, hygiene, wardrobe and sleep schedule were already under his complete supervision. The same went for her self-discipline when it came to restraint. Felix looked up from the paper to drink in the sight of his sated, slumbering pet, and couldn’t fight the wicked smirk that
graced his face. It wasn’t like she was lacking in her daily doses of orgasms, anyway, and he had no plans to change that. If masturbation crossed Tessa’s mind within the next six and a half days, it would be when he commanded her to do it for his viewing pleasure, because that was already on his to-do list.
He set her rules on the desk and crossed to the bed, perching on the edge. He almost hated having to wake her, but he wanted some time with her before they were due downstairs, and Felix despised feeling rushed.
“Tessa,” he coaxed, brushing the hair from her face. “Come on, baby, nap time’s over.”
With a sleepy moan, she stretched under the light throw blanket he’d covered her with before taking his shower. Her skin grew cold too easily in the air conditioning and he would not fail to keep that in mind ever again. Every second of her punishment during the luncheon irked him more in hindsight than it had throughout the actual hour. His inability to see her, his stupid mistake of forgetting about the air conditioning, the doctor...
“Mm, thank you, Master,” she said, her voice husky from sleep. “I needed that.”
“I know, my pet,” he conceded, ignoring the way her slumber blushed cheeks made his cock take notice even more. “And I hope it was enough, because we still have a long evening ahead of us.”
With a soft smile, she stretched again and this time her eyes blinked open, moss green orbs peering at him with serene contentment. “I think it was a good amount.”
“Good,” he smiled. “Are you very sore?”
She moved a bit to check. “My butt cheeks feel more sensitive, Master, but I don’t think they’re too sore.”
“Let’s have a look,” Felix peeled the blanket off her and out of his way. He got a thrill from seeing the rosy marks, some of which were edged in darker pink from those last few harder whacks. “Beautiful, little fox. Your Master’s marks look very good on that ass.”