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If this were an episode of Survivor, he’d be the island, beautiful with hidden dangers, and she’d play the game with confidence, and play it well, until she discovered where each gem and pearl lie hidden. She wouldn’t be voted off this island.

Moving in, she stood to the side of his outstretched cock, careful not to touch it just yet. She traced her fingers over the tribal tattoo, as if she could find some veiled clue as to the man in his markings. If she could just read between the strong, and now trembling lines, she’d discover just what made him tick, and then make him hers for life. The errant thought gave her only a second’s pause before she stepped behind him.

The dragon on his back looked about to fly away. Again, abstract, tribal in nature, there could be no mistaking the mythical creature and the power it held. Her hands now flat on his upper back, she kissed the head, and then the tips of the wings of this guardian image. The full symbolism of the creature suited this man.

He groaned deep in his throat as her hands ran over his skin to his rock hard ass. The muscles flexed and then relaxed, letting her press with her fingertips until small white circles formed around her fingers. Lowering to her knees, she kissed him, bit him, and licked him, as he’d done to her neck, being consumed by the sensations even as she practically devoured the man. Her heart racing now, her stomach a tight coil, she followed each whim, kissed every inch of him she felt possessed to explore.

Moving around to the front of him again, she took his length into her mouth, as much as she could handle, and felt the strain of a smile from her otherwise occupied mouth as she heard the catch of his breath in his throat.

“Are you trying to kill me,” he hissed in a raspy voice, barely able to speak.

His fists clenched by her ears, he obviously strained to resist touching her.
Good beast
, she thought as she let his erection fall from her mouth. Moving in under his wet cock, she took in the scent of him, all male, light sweat and some faint scent of soap. His balls hung heavy, but she nudged them with her nose before she caressed them with her lips. The taunt line of flesh between his legs she kissed, nuzzling into the most intimate part of his body. Her hands on his massive thighs, she felt the muscles there contract and shake.

Whatever possessed her now, she gave into the raging, feral, impetuous drive. Kissing down the inside of his leg, she moved to his feet. Strong, thick, solid with veins now popping out on the top of them, she bowed of her own accord, and kissed all the way to his toes. What the hell, she had no problem worshiping this god of a man. Not tonight. She had no problems at all.

She looked up at him, the whole of his body raged, each muscle tight with more veins bulging, as if he’d just finished a workout, a thin sheen of sweat glistened over his skin. Coming to stand, she took a few steps back to admire her work. The full body display he gave her, erect, tall, tight, stood juxtaposed to the waving of the soft, sheer curtain behind him.

A rumble of thunder in the distance silenced the vicious crashing of the waves for a second as the boat ripped through the stormy seas. The energy of this, the sheer, white-hot thrill of the entire situation, gave her an electrified shiver that sparked a primitive need deep inside her to be taken, to unleash the monster she’d help create before her.
Make up your mind!
She wanted it all. One night would never be enough.

Pushing past the dismal thoughts of the unknown future, with trembling fingers she moved the straps of her dress off her shoulders.

“Stay,” she warned him, when she saw his biceps bunch.

The sound that ripped from his throat was unrecognizable. She could only describe it as a small roar of frustration. She fully understood. Mimicking his stance, she undid her bra and slid off her panties in two quick motions, luxuriating in the feel of the silk rushing over her skin. His eyes narrowed and his lips pursed. His breathing rumbled from his chest in tumultuous waves of sound.

When a streak of lightening lit the sky behind him, she released him with a phrase that made her giggle slightly as she braced for the impact.

“Release the kraken.”

****

Her clever phrase was not lost on a true geek like him. At this moment, she’d implied herself to be a god, like Zeus, and him the creature she’d controlled. He let his body uncoil with as much restraint as he could muster as he scooped her up by her stiff arms and deposited her under him on the bed. The violence of the storm brewing outside had nothing on him.

Her legs, the perfect combination of both strong and silky soft, wrapped around him, allowing his rock hard cock to settle in the faint six-pack she had going on her stomach. The soft dips and valleys cradled his hot flesh. Each move she made to accommodate him, to meld her body to his, caused a mind-numbing friction along his erection.

He let a laugh move through the growl that crawled from his throat as he pinned her down with his hands on her shoulders.

“You know that in mythology the kraken took down ships?” he ground out, breathless. The fact his mind could process anything astounded him, as did this woman underneath him.

“I’ve seen Clash of the Titans, a few versions actually,” she breathed out, a coy smile edging him on.

‘Payback’s a bitch, you know?”

“I’m hoping,” she teased.

His body needing release, he took the bait, tampered down his urges to fill her, to feel her body that remained wrapped around him. Instead, he went with another need, the one that wanted to taste her, eat her, until she screamed for him to fuck her.

“I’m going to make you beg,” he threatened.

“I don’t beg,” she responded, straightening her spine, opening her eyes wide.

“Oh, game on. I believe I won the first challenge, now let’s see how you fair,” he hissed as he went for her breasts.

Her nipple, already hard, reacted to his teeth by tightening more. He sucked relentlessly on each, moving back and forth between them, letting his teeth scrape lightly over each when he released them. He had to give it to her, she sucked in air and arched her back, but she didn’t squirm and she didn’t ask for anything.

Poised in battle mode to keep going, he knew with her first word he’d take the win and fill her with his throbbing cock. His balls pulled up so tight, he remained amazed he could catch his breath at all. Using her position, he moved his hand under her back and pulled her breast into his mouth. He sucked on her, letting her erect nipple tease his tongue as it moved over it fiercely, an untamable need to devour her.

When a slight whimper left her lips after she let out a heavy breath, he laughed, counting it toward his win. One step closer to victory, he slid his tongue down her waist until his mouth rested fully on her mound. Looking up, he could see her hands gripping the covers beneath her, but, in a bold move, she let her legs fall open for him.

Flexible to a fault, he pinned her thighs under his hands as he blew between her open lips, cooling the moisture that glistened over the reddened and swollen skin of her folds. Relentless now, driven by his baser desires that she seemed to crave as well, he bit her clit lightly, gauging the pressure on the changing sounds of her rapid breathing.

With hard licks with the base of his tongue, he teased the nub out from its swollen hood. When her body gave that pre-orgasm tremble, he moved down, sucking on her folds one at a time. She let out a gasp of air, then sucked it back in with an underlying, shaky squeal of frustration. His tongue invaded her opening, in and out, hard and fast, until she tried to move toward him, but he easily overpowered the action.

With another full lick to her clit, the tip of his cock, which had been laying heavy on his thighs, brushed the covers, making him fear coming before he even got inside of her. What this woman did to him remained unexplainable. Tightening his reign over his body again, if he even had it in him, he moved in for the win. He orchestrated a series of moves. First, a lick of the clit, followed by a quick, hard suck. Then, he moved his lips over her folds and tongue fucked her once, then twice, before going to repeat. He began in earnest as he let the pads of his fingers dig into her muscular thighs.

Coming up for air, he saw her face scrunched in a blissful pain. She needed the release as badly as he did. About to break, to concede, he moved up on top of her again. His cock poised at her opening, he moved his hips as slightly as he could to let the tip play in her folds.

“Open your eyes, angel warrior,” he goaded. ”You put up one hell of a fight. I shouldn’t be surprised.”

The glaze of her emerald-green eyes focused on his face, left him breathless with her beauty. The spread of blond hair around her face, over his pillow, could have been spun gold. Her face gave away nothing except pleasure.

“You won’t ask for it, will you.” He groaned, the pressure in his chest making it painful to try to talk.

She didn’t move, didn’t so much as shake her head. With his own desires bearing down on him, he reached for the small bag beside his bed and rifled through it for a condom. Lifting himself, he made short work of rolling the damnable thing onto himself. Coming back down over her, he moved his hands up beside her body and took hers in his. Supporting his weight with his arms, he tried again to tease her with his aching cock. Just about to let go, to lose to win, she pushed up and he sunk into her hot wetness.

She took him inside her fast and hard, their hips bumping as their bodies, slick with sweat, pressed together. Still dazed, she pulled back, freed him to the tip, and then moved until he was balls deep inside her again. In a tight position, she rode him without even being on top. She’d regained control.
Hot damn.

Just has he was about to get it back, a new game on, apparently, though at this point there could be no losers, the thunder cracked loud overhead and the boat rocked to the side. Able to brace her body with his, feeling they would be thrown from the bed, the ship righted, and he remained fully inside her.

After a brief pause, she moved her lips to his. As she opened for him, let his tongue invade her mouth, the movements of their hips found some rhythm in sync with the stormy, angry sea. As if in time with the universe, the thunder and the crashing of waves covered her screams and his own groans of pleasure as they came together, in what he knew to be more ways than just a sexual one. The world had moved heaven and earth to bring them together, or so it felt, the light and the dark joined, outside and inside the cabin.

“I have to go,” she whispered, still catching her breath underneath him.

“You can’t be serious? You finally speak and this is what you say?” he wheezed, his chest still pained, his body still working through the sweet pangs of after orgasm release.

“I don’t want to, but someone might get worried. The storm and all. We look out for each other. While I know neither Eric nor Hillary would tell on me, they would worry, and I don’t want them asking around if anyone has seen me. I just have to go,” she said as she began to move out from under him.

Her strength moved his, now relaxed, body with ease, so he just fell onto his stomach as he watched her dress with haste. His stomach coiled to see her go, his breaths coming on heavy again.

“Wait, I have to see you again. This can’t be a one night stand, even if I have to give you a capture fantasy and kidnap you,” he growled out, letting his mounting fear and frustration free.

“Sounds fantastic to me.” She smiled as she worked her hair into a tight bun.

“What is your schedule tomorrow? I have an excursion I can skip,” he offered.

“No, don’t. I have two classes, but no appointments. I can meet you. Actually, any time after noon when your excursion is over,” she said as she walked to his door.

He sprang from the bed to meet her at the door.

“Noon, where? You’re the only excursion I need. I will kidnap you, if necessary. I’m not kidding.”

“I believe you, and will hold you to that. Right when you get off the boat at the port, just walk in a little ways and hang around the little shops. It’s not that big. We’ll find each other,” she said, then kissed him before peeking her head out the door. “Coast is clear. Thank you.” She sighed and then she disappeared.

Yes, he’d kidnap her
. His mind raced through his options as he leaned against the door. Her absence affected him, tightened his chest, and stressed him to the point he could feel a headache coming on.

Shaking his head, he pushed away from the wall and went straight to his phone to book a last minute reservation. Utilizing that large bank account of his for the first time on a woman, he pulled out all the stops in a reckless fashion. In fact, he made a renter’s night, despite waking her up. He offered her a week’s rent on a private home rental on Grand Turk that they’d stay in for one day only, a few hours, actually. She could still rent it out for the rest of the week, or stay in herself for her troubles, on him, he offered.

He’d kidnap Sam if he had to. He wasn’t kidding. In fact, he might just buy some scarves on the island, and other stuff, and work out another adventure for her. At this moment, it was good to have money.

Chapter Four

Sam couldn’t get done with her classes, showered, and off the boat onto Grand Turk fast enough. Figuring herself early, she wandered nervously around the shops, constantly on the lookout for Jaws. Even when she said his name in her head, her mind gave a pause before coming up with it. She supposed she could get used to the name, eventually. If the man ever had kids, though, she thought he should seriously consider a new nickname.
Kids? Hell, where did that thought come from?
Not her children, of course, just his, one day, when this adventure of theirs was nothing but a distant memory. Although, she couldn’t imagine a moment with him not being forever seared into her brain. After the intensity of last night, would she ever find a man who would measure up?
Enough!

She tried to put a stop to the rampant train of worrisome thoughts that invaded her mind, foreign to one like her. Anxiety was a language she'd never spoken until she met Jaws.
How appropriate.
She giggled to herself as she pretended to look at some local coffee on a shelf. On the move, her jittery legs in constant motion, no speck of peace, or zen, or whatever left from her yoga classes she’d taught this morning, she moved back outside, scanned the bright street for signs of her forbidden lover.

She looked out at the crystal clear, blue water she’d never get used to, or take for granted on these islands. A smile alleviated some of her concerns as a bird landed in front of her. He stopped, cocked his head her way as if to ask her,
hey chick, what is up with you, just chill by the sea there, lady
.

“Wise advice there, big guy,” she said out loud, her voice flowing into the breeze. She let the warm wind caress her skin, tried to find her center of calm. Who could find such a thing when somewhere near a mysterious man awaited her. She’d practically taken advantage of him last night, even though, in a contest of strength, she didn’t hold a snowball’s chance in hell against him.

She moved toward a liquor store, one that sold local rum in a variety of flavors, wishing for a drink. In these parts, it was always five o’clock somewhere rules. Just as she turned a corner, her breath whooshed from her lungs as someone grabbed her, covered her mouth to stifle her scream, and pinned her body against a wall of orange stucco. Luckily, Jaws' face registered in her brain as she took in her surroundings, sized up the seriousness of her plight.

Her fight or flight reaction still coursing adrenaline through her veins, she looked at him with wide eyes, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Yet, with his hard body pressed against hers, an obvious erection pushing into her stomach, the panicked beats vibrated through her body, through her stomach, and in between her thighs.

“You mentioned some capture fantasy last night. I hope you’re up for the adventure of your life,” he whispered into her ear, his hot breath, his husky tone, did nothing for her suddenly shot nerves and her humming body.

She just starred, unable to say anything with her mouth still covered. Her lungs burned as big amounts of air wheezed through her nose, her mouth still covered by his hand and a scarf. He looked around them, though he had them squeezed in between two close walls, a small alley between shops.

“Samantha, please, nod once if you’re game. Shake your head if you just want to eat and shop and talk today. Your choice, but know that if you nod, it will be your last decision until we have to be back on the ship. Okay, go,” he breathed out, his voice registering to her ears as a tad shaky too.

She blinked her eyes shut tightly a second before she went with a nod.

“Good girl. Now, quietly, follow me, head down, and we will get into the waiting cab just a few steps away. You do nothing but what I say. Got it?” he threatened, his voice suddenly menacing, immediately assuming his role of her capturer, she guessed.

As the cab door closed, and Jaws merely nodded at the driver, he’d kept a tight grip on her arm. Once the vehicle moved forward, he grabbed her wrists and tied them behind her back with a scarf. She looked up at him in question, but his look alone, the scowl of his dark eyebrows over his blazing eyes, kept her quiet.

He bent to whisper into her ear, “Don’t worry my faerie warrior, where I’m taking you, no one will ever see. For all intents and purposes, until we have to be back on the ship in five hours, you’ve disappeared from the face of the earth into my world, my control. You may have had the upper hand last night, but today I rule this kingdom. Nod if you understand.”

She did. Then, she looked out her window at the beautiful scenery, lush trees and blooming flowers in front of brightly painted buildings as she still fought to gain control over her breathing. The water flashed between each one as they rode the coastline up a hill until buildings turned to smaller houses. When it seemed they’d reached the tip of the grade, the cab turned down a tree-lined drive to park behind a secluded, white cabin of sorts, a private residence it looked like.

With no one around, he pulled her from the car and handed money through the open window to the cab driver. The car immediately sped away, leaving them completely alone on a ridge of stone overlooking the water. The view made her gasp, but he gave her little time to appreciate it before he moved her by her bound wrists through a white picket privacy fence.

Stepping through was like entering a portal. The world changed to one she’d only seen in pictures. An infinity pool overlooked the ocean, she estimated a good ten feet above sea level. The waves crashed below, mingling with the sounds of the pool water continuously flowing over the edge. The house, huge enough for a large family to stay in, had a wall of windows along the back. She could see furniture, a couch, a bed, and such, all in whites and sea foam greens and dusty blues.

“It’s mine, ours, for the day. No one is here. The fridge is stocked and a bed awaits us. Consider yourself kidnapped and my sex slave for the day.”

Again, she just looked up at him in disbelief. Yes, she’d briefly brought up the capture fantasy last night, a joke that hid the truth of a secret longing, an adventure she’d never had. Resigned and delighted to just give into whatever her dark lord wanted, well to a point she would determine, she let him guide her inside. The ocean never disappeared from view no matter where they went, it seemed. Beauty of unbelievable proportions surrounded her, man and land.

“No one can see you here. No one knows where you are. No one can hear your screams,” he whispered again, although it was beyond clear they were alone.

She noticed him set her purse down. She hadn’t even realized he’d taken it from her when he’d grabbed her in the street. Reliving that briefly terrifying moment got her all aroused, now. Already wet, she gave him her wide-eyed terror look to play along. Somehow though, his look changed from dark and stormy, to soft and fearful, then back again.

“You have a safe word. It’s
ship
.” His voice, for the first time today, boomed deep and loud through the empty house.

He lifted her then, scooped her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing. She didn’t think she could ever tire of the sensation, not being a slight woman at all. Carrying her into the bedroom, he looked at her breasts. Her sundress not laying properly anymore, one strap had fallen to her upper arm, exposed a seductive amount of flesh. She smiled, and he groaned.

“You act up, in any way, and there will be consequences,” he barked at her.

She wondered if that was a dare. He didn’t know whom he was playing with. She’d been adventurous in and out of the bedroom before. Here, today, like this, she’d push those boundaries probably as far as he would. Confident, she trembled at the possibilities he could have in store for them.

A bag lay open on the table beside the bed he’d deposited her on in no gentle way. She bounced, tipped, but he went straight for her arms. He let her sway a bit as he undid her binds, and then immediately threw her back and began to tie her to the bed, one arm at a time. Reaching into the bag, he took out a handful of material, silk scarves she realized, as he went to work binding her ankles to the bedposts, as well. A moment later, he stood over her. Her dress bunched up around her body as she lie spread-eagle on the bed. Her every limb now bound securely. She bit her lip not to scream out her purely sexual frustration. Her body trembled violently for him, at this point.

The rush of the last minutes, from the moment he’d grabbed her, translated into a desperate need that pooled between her thighs. In two quick moves, he ripped her dress all down the front with his two hands, then made short work of her underwear too.

“What the hell?” she suddenly yelled. “I need clothes to get back on the ship in.”

For a moment he stood defiant, a smile slowly spread across his lips. She felt she’d given him the rise he wanted.

“Strike one, my little princess. I’m your dark lord here, and if I want you naked, you will be. You’ll pay for that,” he hissed, a slight hint of excitement making his voice rise despite his deep tone.

He undid her legs, but with her wrists together, still loosely bound to a single post, he flipped her body, her arms crossing, until she sprawled on her stomach on the bed. He pushed her legs apart, and tied each of them again.

Pushing her face into the pillows, he tugged on her hair, and whispered into her ear, “Don’t speak to me again in such a tone. In fact, you don’t get to speak at all.”

Her head released, she turned to look at him, what she could see of him as he climbed onto the huge bed. His hand came down on her ass, full, hitting both cheeks. An instant sting rose, warmed her ass. She wiggled with the intriguing pain, biting her lip to stifle a moan. She’d once had a boyfriend who liked to turn her over his knee, so she felt defiant in how much she knew she could take, how much she knew she liked to ride the line of pain and pleasure.

His hand connected again, this time the right cheek only, and she felt that glorious second when the pressure spread apart her ass, exposing her opening to a second of air. A moan escaped her before she caught it as his large hand came down on her other cheek. She felt the heat grow and knew the redness followed.

He groaned deep in his chest. “Ah, you like this. So, this punishment will have to be more severe then,” he told her in no uncertain terms.

His finger moved through her wet folds, a quick, sudden thrill of touch that made her stomach grip tighter.

“Yes, damn, she likes it too much, I see,” he said as she heard him lick her wetness from his finger.

He grabbed her then, his full hand pressing against where her ass met her folds. His fingers pushed against her wetness, the pressure making her insides throb, the entire region between her legs pulsed with the need to be taken. Then, with his hand wet, he continued his spanking. Each time the wet fingers hit her ass, the ache, the need to be fucked hard, rose in intensity.

She squirmed, moaned, unable to control the tidal wave of sensations as he went on a course of teasing, enticing, punishing. After a swift whack of his full hand, he’d then move his own warm flesh, sometimes a single finger, quickly in and out of her slick opening, sometimes a little flick of two fingers against her swollen clit. In seconds, she’d get another smack. He continued this pattern until she couldn’t stop moving. Her bound body wiggled, her cries only stifled by her head, now buried in the pillow.

She felt him move on the bed, his jean-covered legs and erection now heavy on the small of her back. He pinned her down against the mattress by straddling her. His hand rubbed hard against her abused, warm flesh. He prevented her from moving, and the thrill of it clouded her vision. After a few more swats, he separated her cheeks. One hand reaching between her legs to borrow moisture, he slid his wet finger to her ass, to her puckered little hole. Damn, he was dark, and shit if she didn’t love it. He made her feel light, vulnerable, and for an independent adventurer like herself, she loved every second of it.

The tight knot of desire in her stomach wound tighter than she thought possible as he rubbed her moisture over her, teasing the tight hole enough to relax the muscles until the tip of his soaked finger slipped inside her.

“Damn, girl, look at you suck me in. Everything turns you on, apparently. What to do with a strong warrior princess like yourself who doesn’t cave at the beating of a dark lord,” he grumbled, followed by his own deep rush of breath.

An orgasm threatened as he teased her body, one finger gliding easily in and out of her red, hot ass while his other hand played in her folds, strummed her like a musical instrument. The dip of one finger, and then two, and then three, into her slick channel coupled by the glorious pressure of having one digit moving in and out of her tight back passage, sent her over the edge. He’d spread her wide, aroused her and filled her until her body coiled tight, and then shuddered with a burning release. A shower of pleasure shimmered through every fiber of her being. Contraction after contraction, panting, a shaking mass ready to go again even as his hands tortuously moved away from her flesh.

He left her then, his heavy footsteps moved out of the room. She concentrated on steadying her breathing, luxuriating in the small pings of pleasure that still shot through her body like tremors after an earthquake, as she heard a door open and close. A refrigerator door.

He came back with a tray that he sat on the other bedside table. From her limited view, a bowl of cream, a bowl of ice, even a bowl of berries sat on the tray, along with a glass of water.