by Fawkes, Sara
to.
Her heart jumped and she hurried to it, but then another thought had her steps slowing. Getting off
would require staying...
A low tortured moan caught in her throat and she stopped at the edge of the bed. That’s when she
noticed the most beautiful dress she’d ever seen splashed across her bedspread. Colored with vibrant
streaks of blue and green, ocean hues that would accentuate her dark hair and blue eyes perfectly, she
couldn’t help but reach for it.
She touched the silky material and brought it to her face. God, it felt like butter on her skin. She
shivered as she checked the tag, only to discover it was her size exactly. How? When? She held it up
against her body and looked for a mirror, but then realized what she was doing. She dropped the silk
back on to the bed, shook her head to get it on straight, and reached for the phone. She was not, under
any circumstances, going to put on that damn dress—no matter how rich and luxurious it was —and
meet that overbearing man for brunch. Nor was she going to spend one more second thinking about
total and utter submission, the punishment that came with disobedience or what his large palm would
feel like on her bare ass.
She didn’t think...
* * *
Sunshine glistened on the Atlantic waves and a refreshing breeze washed over Quinn’s body as he
restlessly paced back and forth on the outside patio overlooking the ocean. Dressed for brunch in a
collared shirt, and beige khaki shorts, he glanced at the beautifully set table for two, the salads and
smoked salmon that Ester had prepared earlier now wilting in the late morning heat. He shook his
head. Rebecca would most definitely be punished for her tardiness. He glanced at his watch for the
hundredth time, and while he knew she would come, he wondered what was taking her so long.
He’d purposely put her in a room with a phone, knowing if she wanted off this island all she’d
have to do was pick up the receiver and make a call. But every instinct he possessed told him she
wouldn’t, and his instincts had never let him down before, in his business world or in his private one.
From the way her lush body had quivered when he spoke of spankings to the way those translucent
blue eyes of her had lit with intrigue when he asked for total and utter surrender spoke volumes. She
was desperate for a man to strip away the cool reserve she wore like a shield, to take all decisions out
of her hands and give her what she wanted. She just didn’t know what it was that she wanted yet. And
soon enough she’d come to understand that this set up wasn’t about kidnapping, it was about rescuing.
He pushed his hair off his head and made a move to go collect her, but when he turned she was
standing in the doorway, the dress he’d had his assistant pick out earlier that morning showcasing lush
curves that she foolishly kept hidden beneath severe, unflattering clothing. His cock throbbed, but
unfortunately, it was too soon to take her. The submissive woman buried deep inside needed to be
coaxed out slowly, carefully, because the last thing he wanted to do was frighten her off.
“What took you so long?” he asked, working to keep his cool as her gorgeous body beckoned his
attention.
With her hair coiled tightly on her head, she lifted her chin, but he didn’t miss the quiver in her
voice when she answered with, “The only reason I’m standing here with this dress on is because I’m
starving.” She looked at the food on the table, and frowned.
“You shouldn’t have kept me waiting.” He gave her a disapproving look and continued with, “It
was also unfair to Ester, who went through all this trouble for us. Now instead of taking her well-
earned break, she’ll have to start again.” As soon as he said her name, Ester stepped outside. She
gathered up the plates of spoiled food and looked to Quinn for instructions.
“Please give us a minute,” he said, and she nodded in understanding before stepping back inside to
give him his privacy. He turned back to Rebecca. “I’m not a man who tolerates insubordination and I
don’t like to waste perfectly good food.”
“Neither do I. I didn’t mean...I didn’t think...”
“My orders were very specific. You were to dress and meet me on the terrace.”
Her cheeks turned pink. “Mr. Montgomery,” she began, sounding flustered as he stepped close,
crowding her.
“It’s Quinn.”
She hesitated for a moment and he listened to her throat swallow before she began again, “Quinn,
look. My intentions weren’t to spoil—”
“I’m afraid you’ll have to be punished for not following my orders.”
She gasped, but he didn’t miss the excitement backlight her big blue eyes. Christ, she was
everything he knew she would be, and he was just glad that he was the guy in charge of guiding her
down the path to full sensual freedom—at least this way he’d ensure she was properly introduced and
cared for in the process. A thrill moved through him, and because he hadn’t felt anything so
exhilarating in a long time, he grasped on to it, enjoying the sensations she aroused in him.
He stepped up to her, and she took a quick step backward, but he matched it and soon had her in
his grasp. He thumbed the material of her dress, enjoying the feel of the cool silk on his fingertips
before he bunched it in his palms. Pulling it higher and higher on her thighs, he slipped a hand
between her legs. A cool breeze blew off the ocean and washed over them, but he suspected the quiver
in her body was from his intimate touch, and not the misty air.
He looked at the bun on top of her head. “Was there an elastic on your bed?”
Her brow furrowed and her words were rushed, breathless when she asked, “No why?”
“Then why is there one in your hair?”
She blinked, looking confused for a second then answered with, “I put my hair up this morning.”
“Take it out,” he demanded.
He pressed his cock against her midriff, and a tremble moved through her. She lifted her arm, and
then hesitated, like she was having second thoughts.
He leaned closer and spoke quieter. “I said, take it out.”
Her full, lush breasts, which were high and pert in the formfitting dress, rose and fell erratically as
she quickly pulled the band from her hair, letting her long dark curls fall down her back. His hands
traveled higher on her thigh, only to discover that she’d once again strayed from his instructions.
In a shaky voice she began, “You weren’t serious earlier, were you? I mean you’re not really
going to pun—”
He made a tsking sound and when he grabbed the band on her panties, giving them a good hard
yank to rip them from her hips, her words were replaced with a broken gasp.
“Quinn...” she shuddered.
He tucked the scrap of material into the back pocket of his khaki shorts, and dipped back under her
dress. He slid his palm along her soft, supple skin, until he reached her backside.
Testing her, he pulled her against him, and gave a slap to her ass cheek, the sound curling around
them in the most sinful way. He stifled a groan, his cock throbbing and pulsating inside his
unforgiving pants.
Rebecca let out a ragged cry of pleasure and Quinn kept the satisfaction from his face as he spun
her around. He crushed her breasts against the exterior wall of his
estate as he caged her with his
chest. He put his mouth close to her neck, and whispered, “Were there panties on your bed?”
“I just thought...I decided...”
“Everything that happens here, every choice involving you is mine to make, not yours. So from
this moment on, you’re to stop making decisions, and enjoy the freedom that comes with that.” He
kept her pinned to the wall, his hard cock pressing into the small of her back. “Speaking of Freedom,
that is your safe word.”
“Freedom?” she murmured, her voice husky.
“Yes, if you don’t like what is happening, all you have to do is say that one word and I’ll stop.”
She angled her head to see him and when she opened her mouth, like she was about to speak the
word that would put an end to her initiation into the BDSM world before he even began, he warned,
“Be careful, Rebecca. Only use it when you really mean it, only when something is happening that
you don’t want. But you can be assured that I plan to give you everything you want.”
A noise caught in her throat and he sensed her mounting desire when she shifted her hips, pushing
up against him. The movement was slight, but it was a clear sign that she wanted this to happen every
bit as much as he did.
He cupped her ass, sliding the silk material over her lush contours, and she hissed in response to
his soft seduction, which was about to turn a little rough and forceful, the way she needed it.
“Now, about this punishment...”
When her knees seemed to give, he anchored her to his body and walked her to the table. He sank
down into one of the chairs and her dark lashes blinked rapidly over expressive blue eyes, her hair
falling seductively over her shoulders as she stood there staring at him. Quinn couldn’t help but smile
at her compliance, at how fast she was catching on. It takes a very strong woman to submit, and an
even stronger one to do it so quickly.
He lifted her dress to expose her sex, his smile widening. “Such a pretty pussy.” He reached out
and stroked her satiny lips, a growl rising in his throat. “Shaved so nicely. Just the way I like it.” His
glance met hers. “It’s almost like you knew.”
As delight danced in her eyes at his praise, he gripped her hips, laid her across his lap, and took
full control of her body as he prepared to divvy out equal amounts of pain and pleasure. He lifted her
dress to expose her perfect backside, and oddly enough passion and possession moved through his
blood, because there was something very profound, very moving in knowing that Rebecca was trusting
him so honestly and openly, gifting him with her body in a way she’d never given it to another.
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 q
uivering, 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