10 Nights (20 page)

Once they had worn
themselves out in the pool, and sunned themselves for a while longer, they
headed for the spa.

Massages helped them
relax, and then they indulged in a series of beauty treatments designed to make
them as desirable to their men as it was possible to be.

The entire day was like
living in paradise, Leah thought as they returned to the hotel again. She had
believed she knew how the rich lived after a few days with Rhett at his
mansion, but after six hours at the resort she truly knew what she had been
missing all her life, and wasn’t sure she would be able to give it up. She was
as relaxed as she could remember being and was sure her body glowed from the
way it had been treated by the ladies in the spa.

Rhett still hadn’t
called by the time she made it back to her room so Leah called room service,
while Janie went to her own room to shower and change out of her bikini. When
she spoke to room service it quickly became apparent to Leah why there was no
menu, there was no need for one; room service was prepared to supply her with
any food she could ask for.

Feeling decadent, and
for once not thinking about the cost, she ordered foods she had always wanted to
try, but had never had the money or the opportunity to sample before, and
rounded her selection out with a dessert she was sure she and Janie combined
wouldn’t be able to finish.

With the food ordered
Leah made her way into the shower to cool off briefly. As she stood beneath the
jets she couldn’t help thinking about the offer Rhett had made to her; a slave
with everything, surely that was better than being free, and having nothing.

Sighing in satisfaction
Janie put down her spoon and sat back, the huge dessert Leah had ordered barely
two thirds eaten. “I think I may never eat again,” she commented looking over
the huge meal they’d eaten. “It’s a good thing we both have one hell of a
metabolism. Even so I think we’re going to pay for this treat. Whatever else we
do tomorrow, we’d best spend some time in the pool or the gym to make up for
it.”

Leah laughed, knowing
she had never before eaten so sumptuously, and if she chose not to take Rhett
up on his offer she was unlikely to do so again. “I wonder what the rule is
about getting fat,” she said, thinking that even if she didn’t eat that well
again, she would like to enjoy better food than she was used to as a student
with debts.

“I don’t think either
of our men would allow us to get fat, honey, they’re both pretty unmovable on
the subject of fitness in a submissive.” She knew David had worked with
submissives to help them lose enough weight so they fit the ideal he demanded.

“Wow, that’s kind of
judgmental, don’t you think?” Until then she’d never thought that she might
have to maintain a perfect body for Rhett, and that not doing so might be a
problem.

Janie shrugged. “It’s
part of their whole, I’m in control thing. They know what they want, and aren’t
prepared to accept anything else.”

“Still, it’s kind of degrading.”
Leah was a little unsettled by the discovery; she hadn’t expected that if she
gave control of her life to Rhett it would extend that far. She believed in
keeping herself healthy, but for it to be a condition of a relationship that
she keep herself in a level of shape that was defined by her man, that was just
a bit disturbing to her.

“Honey, you either play
in their world, by their rules, or you don’t. No-one forces us to stay here; we
stay because we want to.” Janie yawned then. “I really need to get some rest, honey;
will you be okay here until Rhett gets back?”

“I don’t know, Janie,
I’ve never stayed by myself before. What if the bogeyman gets me?” Leah
laughed, diverting her thoughts away from what they had been talking about.

“Smartass.” Janie shook
her head before giving her friend a hug.

Leah hugged Janie back.
“Night, Janie, love you.” She kissed her friend on the cheek and then turned to
watch the ocean as Janie made for the door. It was so peaceful she felt her
mind drift away, taking her worries with it, leaving her to enjoy the peace and
the view.

12

For your pleasure

Leah was still relaxing
on the veranda when the iPhone rang. Reluctantly she turned away from the view
and picked the phone up from the lounger, where she’d dropped it.

“Sweetheart, we’ll
probably be in these meetings until late,” Rhett said as soon as she had
answered.

“Okay, Sir, Janie just
went back to her room so I guess I’ll just go on to bed.” She did her best to
keep her disappointment from her voice. She knew he was there for business, but
she’d hoped they would at least have the evenings together.

“Make sure you fall
asleep with nothing on, sweetheart, I’ll wake you when I get back to the room.”
He could hear how upset she was and hoped to placate her, at least a little.

“Yes, Sir.” The thought
of him waking her up to make love to her made her feel a little less unhappy.

“Good girl, I need to
go now, sweet dreams, sweetheart.” He hung up before she could answer.

Shaking her head at the
abrupt end to the call she yawned. It had been an exhausting day and sleep
seemed like a good idea, her legs especially were tired. Closing the doors to
the veranda Leah made her way into the bedroom, where she removed the new dress
she’d bought earlier that day.

She had hoped to show
off the dress to Rhett, but it was clear that was not to be, so she hung it up
carefully in the closet with the rest of her clothes. For a moment she admired
the beautiful items she’d purchased, and then she turned away, slipped off her
underwear and slid between the sheets of the king-sized bed that dominated the
room.

The moment her head hit
the pillows she was asleep.

Minutes, or possibly
hours, later Leah was woken by the sound of laughter, female laughter. Glancing
over at the clock she saw that a little over two hours had passed since Rhett’s
call; she checked the iPhone briefly but there was no message or missed called
from him so she assumed he was still in his meeting.

Leah returned the phone
to the small table at the side of the bed and then dropped her head back onto
the pillows. Closing her eyes she attempted to drift back off to sleep.

Sleep was not to be hers
however, the laughter that had woken her continued. Even putting a pillow over
her head in an effort to block out the noise didn’t help, the laughter grew
louder and seemed to get closer.

Groaning in annoyance
Leah threw back the light sheet that covered her and got to her feet. She
crossed the room to the door and had it partially open when she saw Rhett, and
the beautiful island woman he was with, the woman who was the source of the
laughter that had disturbed her.

Angry, Leah turned away
from the door and walked quickly into the bathroom, where she pulled on the
bathrobe that hung on the back of the door and went to confront Rhett.

“Who is this?” she
demanded, hands on her hips, her eyes shooting daggers as she stopped just
inside the main room of the suite. If he thought she was just going to sit back
and allow him to sleep with some other woman he didn’t know crap about her, she
thought, fuming.

Rhett smiled at the
woman and patted her leg before rising from the couch where they sat. “I
thought I told you to be waiting in bed for me with nothing on.” His voice was
cold; he was not pleased by her behavior, or by her failure to call him by his
title.

“And I thought you were
working, not hanging out with whores you found on the mainland.” She wanted to
rip the woman’s hair from her beautiful head and started toward her, only to be
stopped by Rhett, who took a firm grip on her arm.

“Aleshia, please
forgive my companion, she is in need of a quick lesson in manners, we will be
back shortly. Make yourself at home.” He smiled warmly at the woman and pulled
Leah into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. “You forget your place,
girl,” he said angrily in a low voice, he was not at all happy with her just
then and knew she needed to be taught her place.

“No, you’ve forgotten
yours; do you think I’m just going to stand by and watch you screw some other
woman? Are you out of your mind?”

“For your information,
Aleshia is for you, as part of your ten nights,” he told her, “but perhaps I’ll
fuck her now, instead of you, you aren’t pleasing me very much,” he said,
needing to show her who was in control.

“You’re a bastard,”
Leah snapped and without thinking she slapped him across the face.

His reaction to being
slapped was instantaneous. Taking her arm again in his strong grip he dragged
her over to the bed. Despite her efforts to stop him he had her naked and
across his lap in seconds.

While he held her down
with one huge hand the other fell on her bare ass, over and over again he
spanked her until she was sobbing uncontrollably and had given up any attempt
to evade his blows. “You will never raise your hand to me again, do I make
myself clear, girl?” Her gorgeous ass was covered in red handprints and he
rubbed over the tender areas.

“Go to hell, SIR!” she
screamed loudly, not caring if Aleshia in the other room, or indeed anyone
else, heard her. She hated him in that moment. With the blows ended she
squirmed in his lap, attempted once again to get away.

“Oh no, baby, if you
want to keep your smart mouth going I’ll keep giving you a reason to scream.”
His hand came down again. “Still want to be a smartass?”

“Fuck you, Sir.” Her
ass wasn’t hurting that badly, not compared to the last time he had punished
her, and until the pain became too much she was determined to defy him.

His hand lifted in
prepared for the next blow Rhett paused; he had played that game with her
before and knew just how stubborn she could be. A different tactic was needed
if he was going to subdue her, he realized, and he made a quick decision. “If
you can’t be what I need, Leah, I’ll find someone who can.” He stood abruptly,
dumping her unceremoniously on the floor, where she landed in a heap, as he
left the bedroom.

Her mouth opened, but
no words escaped her lips as she pushed herself up into a sitting position,
dumbfounded by his words and his actions. He was going back to that woman, she
couldn’t believe it.

Well, if he wanted that
whore over her then so be it, she thought, crossing her arms over her breasts.
She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of thinking she gave a damn who
he fucked.

A short while later
moans reached her ears from the other room, making it clear that Rhett was
making good on his words. Leah saw red and had to fight to control herself.
Rhett was her man; she couldn’t believe he was making that whore feel good.

She wasn’t prepared to
let that happen, not after everything she’d done to please him. Stomping across
the room she threw open the door and stormed through it, ready to give Rhett a
piece of her mind, no matter how he punished her for it afterward.

The words died on her
lips though when she saw the woman sitting half way across the room from Rhett,
pleasuring herself.

Rhett looked from
Aleshia to Leah, a knowing smile on his face. “What’s wrong, little girl; did
you think someone else was getting what you wanted?”

Seeing the smile on
Rhett’s face Leah felt like a fool. He’d known just how to get a reaction from
her. “I didn’t want…” She balled her hands into fists at her side and turned
her head away childishly.

In one quick move Rhett
was on his feet and across the room to her. He took hold of her around the
waist with one hand so she couldn’t get away and forced his other hand between
her legs. She was wet, just like he’d known she would be. “You can lie to me
all you want, baby,” he told her, “but your body tells the truth.” He stroked
her slowly, while the woman on the couch continued pleasuring herself. “That
should be your body about to explode, baby. See how good she’s making herself
feel, don’t you wish that was you?”

Leah hated to watch the
woman but found she couldn’t look away. Her tanned legs were spread wide as she
slowly inched her fingers in and out of her drenched core. Rhett’s fingers
methodically stroked her with the same rhythm the woman was using on her own
body, building her up to breaking point.

Just when she was about
to explode Rhett withdrew his fingers, drawing forth a moan of disappointment.
He drew her in front of him and slid his hands up to cup her breasts. “Watch
her come baby, see how it makes you feel,” he whispered in her ear as he
pinched and tweaked her nipples, which were stiff as erasers with her arousal.
“She’s going to do it now, baby, look at how her legs are tensing and her hips
are arching off that couch.”

Leah couldn’t stop
watching; the sight made her heart race and her body ache. She wanted to touch
herself, to have Rhett touch her, better yet, to have him take her. She even
thought of the woman tasting her; anything to find the release she was aching
for.

It was overwhelming how
the simple act of watching another woman find release filled her with such a
need to do the same. As the woman’s orgasm exploded through her and her body
trembled desire surged through Leah’s body, leaving her with a burning ache.

“Go to her, baby, tell
her to touch you,” Rhett insisted softly, sensing how turned on she was.

“Sir, I can’t,” she
whispered, though her mind was screaming at her to do just that.

“Do it! I want to see
her pleasure you.” His voice turned cold, knowing she needed a push to make her
follow her own needs.

Obeying his command she
left the comfort of his arms and walked over to the woman on the couch. Her
knees shook with every step. Leah looked down at the woman before her when she
reached the couch; she was so beautiful she could have been a model, her tanned
skin contrasting with the paleness of her own.

For a moment Leah
didn’t speak, she couldn’t, but then she looked over at Rhett and the
expression on his face made her turn back to the woman. “Please touch me,” she
whispered the words so quietly she wasn’t sure if she’d actually said them, or
if she’d just thought them.

The woman stood and
motioned to the couch. “Lie down and spread your legs,” she told Leah, smiling
as her cocoa eyes roamed over her body.

Leah didn’t argue with
the woman, she simply did as she was told; she set one foot on the floor, while
the other she draped over the top of the couch. A part of her said what she was
doing was wrong, but it was so exciting. She had wondered before what it would
be like to be touched by a woman, and now was her chance to find out.

At the first touch of
the woman’s fingers on her clit Leah bucked off the couch. Her touch was
gentle, not like the roughness of Rhett’s fingers, and it felt incredible. It
felt even better when the fingers slid inside her. Where Rhett was all muscles
and steel, the woman touching her then was silk and lace; even the smell of her
was appealing.

When Aleshia’s mouth
took the place of her fingers Leah clenched nervously, but as a woman the
islander knew just how to please another woman and it wasn’t long before Leah
sank back, her eyes closed, and gave herself over to the pleasure.

Watching his beautiful
girl’s face Rhett was pleased with how she responded to Aleshia. He already
knew Leah was an incredibly sensual woman, but now he knew also that he would
be able to include her when he trained other submissive’s and she would find
pleasure in that.

His cock strained
against his pants as he watched his girl move ever closed to orgasm, and he
knew he could deny himself no longer. “Thank you for your help this evening,
Aleshia, you may go.” The submissive wasn’t his, but he’d known her Master for
many years, he’d been allowed to borrow her on the agreement he would not use
her sexually himself.

“Thank you, Sir; I hope
I have pleased you.” Getting to her feet Aleshia bent and surprised Leah by
kissing her passionately, letting her taste her own juices as she tugged on the
piercing in her clit hood gently. “I enjoyed you, honey; it’s a pity we don’t
have longer to play together.” She pulled her dress down and left the room.

“Over the arm of the
couch, baby,” Rhett said the moment Aleshia was gone. “I want to fuck you now!”
He watched as she scrambled off the couch, still unfulfilled. He had purposely
stopped the other woman before she made Leah cum, wanting him to be the one
that brought her to orgasm. He pulled his pants and underwear down, but didn’t
waste time taking his clothes off before he walked over to her.

Bending her over the
couch he slid into her with one long, hard thrust. “Reveal what you truly
desire, and you’re a whore; deny what your body craves, and you’re a lady. That
is what society thinks of women.” He slowly pulled himself from her clenching
folds, only to thrust forward again quickly. “To want is shameful, to desire is
wrong. Society has come a long way, but it is still not truly ready to accept
women as sexual beings.” Pumping quickly in an out of her he allowed his words
to trail off.

Pulling her hair back
roughly, while buried deep inside her, he whispered passionately in her ear.
“I’m giving you the chance to shun what society demands of you because you’re a
woman.” He bit the tender lobe of her ear quickly and then inched out of her
tightness, only to drive in again and again before pausing once more, holding
her hips as he forced her to remain still. “With these ten nights you are
getting to live out what most women only fantasize about. To discover and
expand the limits of your being, to become more than you once thought possible,
more than society believes you should be.” He pounded into her again, pausing
once more when he felt her on the edge. “It’s your choice, sweetheart. The
question is, do you have the strength to keep going? Or will you allow the
world to force you to hide your sexuality and your true self, to hide your
deepest desires out of shame.”