by Kelly Myers
He began to pinch my clit. “Good job, sweetheart. You made me come. Now I want you to come whenever you’re ready.”
His words, plus the feel of his fingers playing with my clit triggered my orgasm. I tried to stay still, but I thrashed against the bed, coming in wave after wave. Once my pussy had stopped contracting, I lay there, gazing up at him.
He pulled his fingers from my panties and scooped me up, carrying me into his bathroom. He sat me on the edge of the bath. “You’ll need to bathe before going back to work.” He turned the tap on and started the water. Once it had a few inches, he helped me in. “Wash off, and brush your teeth again, and then we’ll get back to work.”
I wasn’t sure how long this relationship with Luke would last, but I never wanted it to end.
Luke went ahead and paid me for the first week of work, which helped, because I was able to give my cousin some more money for the twins. I hoarded the rest of the money. My cousin gave me a deadline of getting them out of her house by August fifteenth, which was the same day that I’d start college.
One morning I was cleaning the windows on the first floor, and Luke came strolling up behind me.
“Hey sweetheart,” he said.
I nearly melted into a puddle. I’d always thought women who pined for men were stupid, but now I was a little more sympathetic. I would never understand how my mother had pined for my criminal father, and how she’d chosen the vile Mike, but Luke was on a different level.
“Hi,” I replied.
“You work so hard. Take a break with me.”
It was becoming clear to me that Luke didn’t worry about hanging out on the beach near the guests. We’d been trained at the grocery store to always behave as though we were there to serve the customer. We’d tried to stay out of their way unless they needed something.
But, Luke clearly didn’t see the customers that way. He did his best to make their stay pleasant, but he definitely didn’t mind being in their space near them. Every morning he swam in the pool, walked on the beach, and sat on the common area of the porch. I’d never seen anything like it, but maybe that was because he was the owner of the property, and not just a manager.
“Let’s kayak,” he said.
We walked to the side of the house together, where he had a separate garage where he stored equipment like paddleboards, surf boards, snorkeling equipment and kayaks. Guests were allowed to use any of it, as long as they wore a lifejacket and signed a form.
He kept a full row of the kayaks for the families that stayed at the hotel, but again, here was an example of how he participated in the amenities the hotel had to offer, instead of leaving them for the guests.
I certainly didn’t want to question him, but I didn’t know if we had enough kayaks for us and the guests, and I said so.
He shrugged off my concern with a kiss. “They’ll be fine. We won’t be gone too long.”
It was a strange philosophy, and one I’d never seen. My boss at the grocery store lost his mind if we ever parked where customers might see us. We weren’t supposed to eat where they could see, or talk on the phone, or try on clothes in the dressing room, even if we were off duty for all of those things. I imagined telling him I was going to kayak in front of some guests and laughed at how I imagined his face turned purple with rage.
“What’s so funny?” Luke asked.
I told him why I was laughing and he smiled. “I don’t see why we’d pretend not to use the equipment here. It’s mine, and I want my employees to use it too, as long as they’ve gotten their work done.”
“I didn’t have my work done.” I’d only gotten three of the floor-to-ceiling windows cleaned when Luke came to get me.
He waved his hand. “Close enough. So far, you’ve gotten here early every day, and busted your butt. Your work is impeccable, so I decided you deserve a break.”
“What about you? Do you deserve a break?” Oh my God. Now I was getting sassy with him.
He shot me a grin that showed off his beautiful teeth. “I absolutely deserve a break.” He lifted an orange kayak off the wall and placed it in the sand. Then he pulled a yellow one down and grabbed two life jackets. “Which is why I’m taking one.”
He gave me a quick lesson on how to paddle, and how to maneuver the boat through the waves. Once we were out in the water, a small fin appeared not far from my kayak.
“Luke. I just saw a fin.” I really hoped it wasn’t a shark.
He looked where I was pointing and smiled. “It’s a dolphin. Sometimes they get close to see what’s going on. Watch for more of them. They’re usually in groups.”
I watched, and sure enough, four more swam behind the first. I put my paddle down and just stared. I’d never imagined I’d have an opportunity to do something this cool, not until after I’d finished med school and had the money to pay for it. I felt extremely grateful to have stumbled onto Luke’s hotel that day, for so many reasons. Even as cool as the dolphins were, Luke was what I was most grateful for.
A week after I’d started working for Luke, a hurricane warning alert flashed on the screen of my phone. I glanced up at the television, where a banner was telling everyone to evacuate. We’d known the threat of a hurricane was looming for days, but Luke had blown them off.
All of our guests had left that morning, so at least we didn’t have to contend with their safety.
I immediately called my cousin, who assured me that she and the twins were currently boarding the house up. I was worried, but at least they weren’t on the water, and the hurricane was not listed as one of the higher categories. They would likely get some high wind, but hopefully no damage.
Luke was the owner of the hotel, and my boss, so I didn’t argue with him about his nonchalant attitude toward the incoming storm. And while I’d never been in the eye of a hurricane before, I’d spent my life seeing the storms that rolled through Georgia as a result of them hitting landfall. Luke had mentioned that he was from Seattle, and he’d lived in Greece too, so I wasn’t sure he had much experience with hurricanes either.
“Luke,” I called out. “The hurricane is stronger than they predicted. The meteorologist is saying to evacuate.” I could try one more time to see if he wanted us to leave and go inland.
“I’m not leaving my aunt’s hotel,” he said. “If you need to go check on your sisters, that’s fine.”
I walked over to stand right in front of him. “Thank you, but my sisters are safe. I’m worried about you.”
He picked up a stray piece of hair and smoothed it behind my ear. He frequently touched my face and my hair, and each time it sent a shiver right down my spine. I hoped he never stopped. But right now, I was pretty freaked out.
“I can handle this. I have water, food, and flashlights,” he said. “For next season, I’ll get a generator hooked up.” He gave my bottom a gentle smack. “Get back to work.”
So far, most of our dynamic had stayed in the bedroom. The only time it had bled over was when I first called him sir.
I didn’t know exactly what to call our dynamic. We weren’t exactly dating, and he wasn’t my boyfriend. I’d heard the term dominant before, but that implied some kind of long-term commitment, in my opinion, and we didn’t have a standard way to refer to each other, although if he wanted to be my boyfriend, or even my partner, I’d happily accept.
I did get back to work, but I kept one eye on the news. By noon, the sky was black. The palm trees were swaying, and the windows were rattling.
A loud pop sounded, and the power went out. I’d gathered a few battery-powered plastic candles on my desk, so I turned one on. A soft glow lit up the area around me. Maybe if we were stranded together it would be romantic.
It didn’t seem likely, but I was used to making the most of a bad situation. And being stranded with my hot boss was far better than the times I’d been stranded with my mother, or with Mike.
Chapter Eight
Luke
Fucking hurricane. Over the next few minutes, both of our phones bu
zzed with warnings. Outside, the wind roared. Car alarms blared. Sirens sounded.
I regretted not taking her away from the beach to keep her safe. I should have done a better job protecting her.
Someone pounded on the front door, which I had locked. I pulled it open, and my neighbor John stood there. He was a Boston native who’d moved to the beach to retire, but he’d gotten bored. So he’d ended up renting out the bottom floor of his house. He stayed as busy as we did, even though he didn’t offer a pool or kayaks.
“They come here for the beach,” he’d told me when I first arrived, and I had to mostly agree with him.
“Hi John,” I said. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
“I was coming to ask you the same thing. I know this is your first hurricane season here.”
“Yes, it is. It’s a little wilder than I’d expected. Are you planning to wait the storm out too?”
“Yeah,” he grumbled. “I can’t fathom getting in the car and driving away from this place.” He shuffled back down the stairs. “I’m headed back. Let me know if you all need anything.”
I thanked him, and locked the door again. When I got back inside, Eden’s pretty face was illuminated by the candle she’d turned on. “It’s not too late to evacuate,” she said.
“We’re not going anywhere. It wouldn’t be safe to drive.” Maybe I had waited too long. I’d been stubborn, and now it was too late. But I wasn’t going to let on to Eden that I was scared shitless that something would happen to her and it would be my fault. The next time a hurricane warning came through, I was getting her the hell out of here. I would not gamble with her safety.
“If we went inland, then we could --”
“Hush.” My tone was far harsher than I’d planned.
She closed her mouth.
Huh. She was quick to obey me in the bedroom, and she was always respectful while working, but this was the first time she’d snapped her mouth closed like that. Of course, I’d never used the word ‘hush’ with her before either, and I’d always spoken gently, not wanting to spook her. She clearly responded well to firmer commands. That might be something fun to experiment with in the bedroom.
“We’re going to stay here,” I said. “It would be more dangerous now to leave and get caught in flooding or high winds while driving.”
She nodded, and didn’t argue again.
Maybe we needed to find something to keep our mind off what was going on outside. I washed my hands at the sink, glad I’d thought to at least have some flashlights on hand. I went back to her, and pulled her close. I kissed her soundly, and led her to an interior room not surrounded by windows.
I trailed my finger down her cheek and then pushed it into her mouth.
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t protest.
“You’ve had my cock in your mouth, but you haven’t sucked it. Soon enough I’ll teach you.”
Even though the light was dim, I was pretty sure her eyes got that glazed look I loved so much. She went under so fast, and was so responsive, in ways that trained submissives couldn’t do after years of practice.
“Suck,” I said.
She rounded her full lips, and I thrust my finger in and out of her pout. “After you’ve learned to suck my cock, then I’ll put my cock in your pussy,” I said.
She let out a little mewling sound.
Now that my finger was good and wet, I pulled it from her mouth with a loud pop.
I popped the button on her shorts open and shoved my hand down into her panties. As I expected, her panties were already wet. She was ripe, and ready for me. I circled her clit a few times. “You’re doing great,” I said.
She only moaned, and let her eyes fall closed. I couldn't get enough of her curvy bottom, so I pulled my finger out of her body and turned her around. “Put your hands on the sink.”
She did as I said, and I pushed her panties and shorts down, exposing her bottom to me. “Bend over. Put your chest on the countertop.” She did so, putting her chest down on the cool marble of the bathroom countertop. I pushed my finger back in from behind. “Arch your back.”
With a natural grace, she arched her back, which pushed her ass further into the air. Her virgin pussy was squeezing just one finger. “You’re so tight. There is nothing I’d rather be doing right now. I could stand here all day, staring at your round bottom, and touching your virgin pussy.”
“Luke please.”
“You won’t be a virgin forever though. Even right now, I could pull my cock out and push it between your pussy lips.”
Around my finger, her pussy pulsed. She didn’t climax, but I'd expected her to balk at my dirty talk, but she seemed to thrive on it. Which was perfect for a submissive.
Now, I’d give her a few more orders. At least this was taking both our minds off the coming storm. “Stand up.”
She slowly pushed herself up, with my finger still in her body. I wanted to see how well she could follow my directions. “Unbutton the top buttons of your shirt.” I didn’t want her naked right now, not with this storm bearing down on us. With shaking fingers, she did what I asked. “Now pull your bra down, under your breasts so that I can see them.”
I’d given this command before, years ago to a submissive. I liked the way it looked for a woman to have her bra on, but have her breasts falling out of the restrictive fabric. With the bra yanked down, it pushed a woman’s breasts up and together, and I loved the look. The woman I’d been with then had refused.
Eden did not refuse. She did exactly as I asked.
“Now, take both hands and put them on your breasts.”
Again, she did what I asked.
“Now pinch your nipples.”
She did that too. A low moan broke free from her parted lips.
“Don't stop. Keep your hands right there,” I said. I worked her pussy over with just one finger, and I could tell she was getting close. She continued to pinch her nipples, really obeying my command, and not trying to do it half-way.
“Good,” I said. “You look so hot. You can come whenever you’re ready.”
Immediately, she cried out. Her shoulders sagged, but she didn’t let go her hands off her breasts. Around my finger, her tight walls squeezed me.
As she came down from her orgasm, I helped her get redressed. I was just starting to think about how I was going to handle my own hard cock when we heard shattering glass.
“Shit. I think a window broke. We need to get all the windows boarded up,” I said, and she nodded. She was quiet, but she moved from intimacy, to work with maximum efficiency. I hated that I hadn’t allowed her time to come down, but right now we needed to get the house taken care of.
“Why don’t you stay in here?” I asked. She’d be safer in the bathroom.
“I’d really like to stay with you and help.”
At that moment, there was no way I could say no to her. So she handed me the materials, and I got busy hammering the boards up over the windows.
Chapter Nine
Eden
The hurricane was right on top of us. I was fucking scared out of my mind, but I’d spent my life dealing with hard situations. I could survive this. And, if Luke was calm, I was determined to stay calm too. My phone was fully charged, so as long as I had service, I’d be able to check on my sisters.
Luke had wanted me to stay behind as he worked to repair the window. But, there was no way I wanted to be away from him, waiting helplessly in the bathroom while he did repairs.
After we finished the windows, the roaring wind died down for a few minutes. Did that mean we were in the eye of the hurricane? I wasn’t sure. Outside, I thought I heard someone yelling for help.
I couldn’t peek out any of the windows, so I ran to the front door.
“Where are you going?” Luke asked.
“I thought I heard someone outside.”
“I’ll check the surveillance cameras. I have the app on my phone too.” He pointed at me. “Do not open the door. Do not go outside.�
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I’d forgotten about the cameras. Luke left to go grab his phone, and I stood at the front door with my ear pressed against the thick wood. I heard it again -- the sound of someone screaming. It was hard to make out, but I was pretty sure it was a woman’s voice saying ‘help!’
Or what if it wasn’t a woman? What if it was a teenager, or kid? What if it was someone like one of my younger sisters who needed help?
“Luke!” I screamed, hoping he would hear me.
No answer. There was no way in hell I was going to leave someone outside, not if I could help them.
I unbolted the door and yanked it open. I was right. There was someone outside. It was a girl, maybe eighteen or so, and she was on her hands and knees on the boardwalk. “I’m coming,” I yelled.
I raced outside, but the wind had picked up again. It was so hard that it knocked me into the porch railing. I banged my hip so hard I knew it would leave a bruise, but I couldn’t stop.
The wind pushed me down again, and I had to crawl. I got to her and dropped down next to her. I couldn't see her very well. Her wet hair was plastered to her face. Above us, a piece of wood went flying through the air.
Shit. That could have hit us in the head and killed us both. “Stay down,” I said, hoping she could hear me. “We’ll crawl to the hotel.” I tugged on her arm, but I couldn’t get her up. I kept bugging, but I couldn't even get her to move her arms or legs forward.
“What happened? Did you hit your head?”
She didn't make any attempt to answer. I ducked my head down trying again to see her face. Her breath was coming in harsh pants, but her lips weren’t blue. She was crying hard, and didn’t seem to be able to answer any of my questions.
She turned her head and vomited.
I kept pulling on her arm, but we weren’t making any progress. In front of us, a tree cracked and splintered, landing right on the roof of a car.
Fuck. If I couldn’t get her up soon, I was going to have to run inside and ask Luke for help. I glanced up just in time to see Luke striding out of the hotel’s front door.