Pleasure Bay (18 page)

“Aw, honey, you look like a little girl who’s lost her kitten. Did you want a spanking so badly?”

“No, not really.” This said in such a pouty voice they both recognize it as a bold-faced lie if ever there was one.

“Now I’m the one calling a big fat B.S. on that one, Sydney. No lying to your dom.” He swatted her once, full on the ass with his open palm. The water multiplied the amount of sting by at least ten, maybe twenty. As a second one fell, she knew she was wrong; it was by fifty and stung like the dickens. She was unable to remain silent as a cry burst from her lips at the next resounding smack.

“Sweet heavenly mercy, Jax! You said you were giving my butt a break.” Another smack landed. “You can stop now,” she cried. “I did want a spanking, but I’ve changed my mind.”

“Baby…” he said, drawing the word out with a sigh. “You still don’t understand how this works, do you? As the dom, I decide when and where, as well as with what and how many. That you think you have a choice in the matter—other than a safeword—is cute, but so very wrong.”

His hands stroked over her rapidly drying skin. Then he made a tsk-tsk noise before sluicing handfuls of pool water over her, re-wetting her butt.

She knew he was gearing up for more and whimpered, torn between the yearning to act out her fantasy—including the chance of getting fucked by Jaxon—and self-preservation, which meant doing whatever was necessary to avoid more painful swats on her wet skin. His hand squeezed a tender cheek and she made a split-second decision—going with self-preservation and some serious begging.

“Would it help to say I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions and sassing, sir?”

“Possibly, you could try. Let’s hear it.”

“Please, sir, I’m sorry for my sassy mouth. I’d be ever so grateful if you stopped now.”

“Very pretty, Sydney.” He bent over her back, gliding his lips over her spine, his tongue slipping out to lick down the center, over the ridges and bumps, making her squirm. When he got to her cheeks, he kissed her before rocking her world with an open-mouthed kiss. With a long, thorough lick he began at her pulsing clit, swirled around her needy, aching channel, and ended with a wet glide over her tight puckered hole. Gawd! Near out of her mind with desire, she wiggled and squirmed, spreading her thighs and lifting her bottom higher, eager for more.

“That’s right, baby, spread for me.” His lips left her, but his warm hand covered a good portion of her bottom, holding her still. Next, he began slapping the back of her thighs, adding a burn to her uninitiated skin.

“Ouch! But you said if I apologized…”

“No,” he corrected, amusement clear in his voice. “I said possibly, when you asked if it would help.”

“Oooo!” She couldn’t believe it. Just when he’d gotten to the really good part and she thought he would take her as in her fantasy, he’d stopped only to spank her more. She felt betrayed. How dare he?

Wait!
Hold the phones,
a nagging voice inside her warned.
This is exactly what you asked for Sydney, remember? A spanking weekend with a dominant man in control.
Cursing silently at her conscience—that annoying voice of reason—for always being right, she also kicked her feet in frustration, splashing them both.

Jax seemed unperturbed, alternating a few more spanks across her thighs, his hand caressing away the sting only after he’d stopped. Then his fingers slipped in between her pussy lips, locating her clit. Expertly, he stimulated the bundle of nerves there until she was squirming, the discomfort of his spanks all but forgotten. As she was getting close and breathing hard, he stopped and laid on six more. These rained down quickly and once done, his fingers found her again.

The torment of the pleasure-pain went on for long minutes, the hand on her bottom joining in on the play. She sucked in air as his fingertip stroked over her most private spot. That was a virgin hole, untouched by any man until now.

“I remember there was no limit on anal.” His husky voice stirred her, pushing her arousal higher as he rimmed the tight pucker, then pressed in just a bit.

Anal sex was taboo, yet it had always fascinated her. Now, at the eleventh hour, she wanted to take it back, uncheck the yes box, mark it a big honking
no
, and switch the light from green to a flashing red. As her anxiety soared, she didn’t know whether to cry like a baby, or beg him to treat her like a woman and take her—hard.

He slipped inside, shallow at first, his broad finger stretching her taut skin up to his first knuckle. As he worked it in deeper, she held her breath, waiting. Never knowing what to expect from one minute to the next, which she imagined was his intention, he kept her off balance and guessing.

A second joined the first on the next glide, stretching her much wider. Unbelievably, it felt good and she groaned with pleasure. It was a low, guttural growl actually and the sound bounced off the stone walls and the dancing waters of the grotto. With a whispered, “perfect,” he plunged his wide fingers in and out of her tight ass until she begged him to make her come.

Feeling his lips on her tender cheek, they moved against her skin as he spoke. “It appears anal as a punishment won’t be very effective. You are enjoying it entirely too much.” He kept at her for another few minutes, plunging and twisting his fingers inside her until she felt the pressure of her climax within reach. “You cannot imagine how much this pleases me. It’s amazing how much we are in sync.”

Then he stopped. His slow withdrawal was accompanied by her frustrated wail of “No, Jaxon, please don’t stop.”

He smoothed his hands over her bottom and hips reassuringly. “That was freakin’ hot, baby, but your pleasure will have to wait a bit. We have a punishment to finalize. I’m almost done, so whatever you do, don’t come without my permission. I’d hate to have to tack on more spankings and delay your pleasure. Do you understand?”

Her answer was a garbled, “yes, Jaxon,” as she groaned around the words. With her nervous system on edge from the constant stimulation of the last thirty minutes—check that, the last twenty-four hours—she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

A strange whoosh broke the air as a line of wetness then fire crossed her thighs. She screamed from shock as much as anything.

“What in the world was that?”

“Two more,” was his non-answer. Another zip of fiery sensation fell across her thighs.

“No whips,” she gasped. “It’s a hard limit.”

“It’s not a whip, baby. If it’s too much, use your safeword.”

When she didn’t, he zapped another stroke across her thighs, the final one if he held to his promise. Afterward, his fingers resumed their caressing.

“Never would I violate your limits, Sydney.” His voice was gruff, the tone full of passion. Was that anger she heard, or disappointment? If not one of the two, it was clearly filled with some kind of emotion equally intense.

Panting for air, she had to know what he’d used on her, but was almost scared to look. A whip of some kind would mean she couldn’t trust him.

“Open your eyes.”

She did and stared at the green stem he held. It had been pulled from the palms that were prevalent around the island and lined the grotto. Relief washed over her.

“Not a whip, but a palm frond stem—a traveler’s palm, to be precise. Was it so awful?”

As she considered his question, she realized that the individual stripes had coalesced into heat across her thighs. She couldn’t say it really hurt at all; it stung but not nearly as bad as the hairbrush and she hadn’t cut anywhere near as much of a fit over that. The sting was already fading into a prickling sensation as he rubbed, gently tracing his hands cool with water from the pool over her tingling skin.

Sydney was beginning to think she might have overreacted. Maybe it was the situation, the fear of the unknown, the psychological component of being outside, where anyone could walk by and see them. It was most likely what she’d heard called a mind-fuck, which was spurring her reaction.

Begrudgingly, she had to admit that it wasn’t so awful.

“I can’t say it was pleasant.”

“Sydney, c’mon now, do you really expect a punishment to be pleasant? What’s more, it was only three stripes.”

“Why did it feel wet?”

He broke the stem in half easily with a snap and water poured out of the hollow stem. She touched it. The outer shell was firm but pliable, nothing like a wooden paddle, a switch, or the dreaded canes she’d seen online. She was embarrassed over how she’d carried on.

“I’m a wimp, huh?”

“Just a bit. But you’re a newbie. Everything sparks an intense, sometimes over the top reaction. It’s expected.”

His experience spoke to her and his even tones calmed her, until unbelievably he repositioned her to continue. Lifting her out of the water, he set her flexed knees on the smooth hard surface. With her head and chest resting on the rock table, she could only imagine the erotic picture she presented: crimson-stained ass high in the air, striped thighs splayed open, pussy spread wide, and her skin glistening from a mix of the water and her natural juices.

Jax didn’t waste any time as he resumed his sensual torture. Two fingers slid easily into her clenching rear hole, while his other hand started with light smacks to her inner thighs this time. She was amazed with his creativity, the position allowing him yet another new, untouched canvas. His fingers, occasionally brushing her over-sensitized pussy, had her arousal soaring to new heights.

She felt his arm anchor firmly around her hips as his warm breath brushed against her in an intimate kiss. His deep groan accompanied another long lick right before he sharply and crisply swatted her wet pussy. By the second, she was wildly writhing against the fingers in her ass. As the third slap made contact with her erect clit and swollen pussy lips, she was screaming for release.

“Fuck me!” reverberated through the grotto. It was a plea, not a curse, just like in her fantasy.

“I have to taste you.” His statement was one of pure need as he flipped her over, her back pressed against the cool stone, legs high in the air where he pressed her thighs firmly against her belly. “Damn, you’re sweet!” he growled as his mouth took possession of every aching inch of her. He laved and licked with his tongue, nipped and nibbled with his teeth, as he gorged himself on her weeping flesh. Before long, his fervently inspired mouth had her flying again.

Sydney had lost track of the countless orgasms he’d already given her this weekend. Vaguely, she made a mental note to start a scorecard—for posterity’s sake, of course. First orgasm from a man—check. It could go in her scrapbook between college graduation and making her first million. If Jax hadn’t worn her out, she’d have laughed at her inanity. As it was, she drifted off, floating in a semi-conscious haze of elation.

Chapter Eleven

After a satisfying lunch at the mansion, Jennifer and Adam were approaching the path to Hibiscus Haven, her assigned weekend bungalow, when they heard the shrill cry of a woman’s voice coming from the grotto.

Jen stopped, looking behind them. “It sounds like someone’s in trouble. Do you think we should go see?”

Adam took hold of her arm, turning her back in the direction they were walking. “No, I do not. Whatever trouble that girl’s in, she more than likely has earned it, just like you, my sassy little minx.”

“Wait. What do you mean just like me? Why am I in trouble?”

Adam chuckled, wrapping an arm around Jen’s waist while they continued. “Did you forget about disobeying me this morning when I told you not to go swimming alone while I was in the shower? Or how about picking out the Wartenberg wheel when I sternly advised you not to? Oh, and what about snooping through my closets earlier and then sassing me when you got caught?”

“But—”

“Oh yes, princess, your butt is definitely in for it.” His hand slipped from her waist and he gave her ass a firm squeeze, causing her to gasp. “In more ways than one.”

A stir of excitement went through Jen’s belly at the thought of Adam’s firm, unyielding hands spanking her again. His last words echoed through her mind as she pictured his cock pushing its way into her rear hole. It had been so long since she had enjoyed that pleasure and the thought of how tight it would feel with his big cock driving its way deep inside made her pussy clench. “I’m sorry for going through your wardrobe, but I couldn’t find any sunscreen, and I didn’t want to disturb you in the bathroom. I told you, I wasn’t snooping, I was only looking for a T-shirt to put on after my swim so my shoulders wouldn’t catch too much sun.”

“Yes, your little swim. A purposeful act of defiance.”

“It was hot on the deck and I just wanted to take a quick dip in the water to cool off.”

“I’d say it was your way of testing me. I think you’re the type of girl who likes to push boundaries and see where her dom’s limits are.”

Jen remained silent, because what he’d said was true. Adam wasn’t the first man to notice that she had a habit of being purposefully defiant until she found out just how far she could push and how much she could get away with before she was put in her place. Almost every dom she had ever been with had told her she had a bad habit of ‘topping from the bottom,’ but Adam seemed to notice quicker than most and was already calling her out on it. She couldn’t seem to help it though; something about pushing a man’s buttons thrilled her. The truth of the matter was, she liked being shown who was boss.

“I have a solution for bratty subs who like to test their dom,” he said softly into her ear as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. His breath on her neck and the subtle drop in his tone sent a pleasant tingle down the back of her neck. “You’ll learn quickly with me, my dear,” he whispered, pulling her in against his side. “Your actions will always have consequences. You’ll think twice about disobeying me again after what I have in store for you this afternoon.” An electrifying jolt crawled down her spine, blossoming in her core and making her clit throb.

The path rounded and in a few more steps, Jen could see the two-story thatched roof. Made mostly of sturdy bamboo poles, the bungalow was gorgeous, set back against a lush thicket of trees providing both shade and privacy. Colorful hibiscus flowers lined both sides of the walkway up to the porch. Excited to see the inside, she pulled away from Adam and hurried up onto the porch, letting herself in.