Master Me (12 page)

If Derrick had truly demanded her to go without, she would have, but it would have been a lie to say the prospect didn’t make her squirm. Was she ready for something so blatantly decadent? Could she casually stroll around the island, knowing a slight tropical breeze would give any passer-by a free show? Elaina had no doubt that she would end up naked within public view on the island at some point, perhaps even tonight. The thought of wearing nothing but moonlight in Derrick’s presence, waiting for his next command, anticipating his next touch, made her insides quiver. A shiver coursed over her entire body. Whether it stemmed from arousal or trepidation she didn’t know.

When she turned around, she gasped at the image before her. She’d never looked so sexy or been so thankful she worked out religiously. The low cowl neck highlighted the soft inner swell of her small breasts. The midriff-baring top, which came to a point at just above her navel, exhibited the good muscle tone she’d managed to maintain after retiring from the professional beach volleyball circuit. The high heels and short skirt made her legs appear endless, and when she turned around, the smooth skin of her back was proudly displayed with perfect contrast to the gold chain.

Derrick watched as Elaina strutted towards him down the path from her bungalow. There was no other term for that walk. It was a pure female-on-the-prowl catwalk strut, and he loved it. The panels of the leather skirt he’d sent flapped, exposing deeper glimpses of her soft flesh. The emerald green top set off her complexion and dark-red hair to perfection. He hadn’t truly seen much of her body earlier, despite feeling the luxurious wet heat sucking at his fingers. Now the vision before him nearly made his knees weak. He was perversely glad that she’d caught the eye of several men and women mingling around the torch-lit pathways, glad because he knew Elaina belonged to him. This week only, he forcibly reminded himself.

He stood in the shadows of the front verandah of the main building. It was easy to conceal himself in the shadows since he was dressed in black from head to toe. No leather pants for him—not in this heat—but black jeans and a short-sleeved, black button-down shirt worked just as well. Tropics or not, he refused to give up his black leather boots and wide black leather belt. Elaina stepped up onto the decking and paused. He reached into his pocket and slid the switch of the remote control to the vibrating panties he’d supplied up a few notches. Elaina froze.

Derrick watched her mouth gape open and her wide grey eyes flutter closed. Her knees quivered and threatened to collapse. Surging forward, he wrapped an arm around her waist and gathered her body against him. Elaina’s arms instinctively latched themselves around his neck, and her head rested on his shoulder. The hand in his pocket continued to manipulate the remote sending vibrations skating across her labia and clit.

Derrick held Elaina tight against his body. When she tried to ride his leg to enhance the stimulation, he captured her hips and forced her to remain still. A soft whimper landed against his neck, but Elaina’s rocking motions stopped. His hands slid around to capture her ass, left bare by the lace thong. Her skin was so smooth and soft in his hands. Elaina was lithe and toned, but she had the most perfectly round ass. He couldn’t wait to watch it flush from the power of his hand.

He gently pulled her away from him. The light from the building spilling out onto the verandah allowed him to watch her eyes darken in need. Derrick captured her lips with his own, plunging his tongue deep into the sweet cavern. He fucked her mouth, thrusting inside with the same control he would his cock. He couldn’t wait to feel Elaina accepting his length. To watch the thick tool fill her slowly, relentlessly feeding her every inch until she swallowed around the head as it slipped deep into her throat. He imagined the moment when she gave herself over to him, trusting Derrick to know her limits.

Long minutes later he ended the assault. They were both breathing heavily and one of Elaina’s legs was wrapped around his hip.

“Master Collins?”

Derrick looked over his shoulder to see one of his waiters standing patiently a few feet away. “Yes?”

“Your table is ready, Sir.”

“Thank you, Jeremy. We’ll be along shortly.”

He looked back at Elaina. “We’ll dine, then I’ll show you around the island so you can see what we have to offer.”

He saw the question in Elaina’s eyes before she could even voice the words.

“You will call me Sir. The others around here call me Master Collins, as is my right. However, I think it’s a bit formal. I would prefer to hear your sweet lips cry out, ‘Sir,’ when I’m spanking you. When I’m fucking you. When I’m—”

Derrick halted the endearment before it could escape. Love had no place in his and Elaina’s agreement for the week. She came here to learn about being a submissive, and he would teach her much of what she needed to know. The fact that she would take that knowledge and go back to the mainland shouldn’t disturb him. Despite the ‘shouldn’t,’ he
couldn’t
stop the tightening in his gut with the thought of her using her lessons to build a true relationship with a lasting Master.

“Sir?”

“Let’s go. I have it on the best authority that Andre has prepared a succulent feast for us. I called ahead and placed our order.”

Derrick guided Elaina through the main dining room. Once they reached the back deck, he led her over to one of the padded wicker chairs.

“Please sit.”

She followed his instructions without question, even if her face was a mask of confusion. Kneeling at her feet, Derrick slid her high-heeled sandal off her delicately arched foot. He smiled at the seashell pink nail polish covering her toes. When he was finished removing her shoes, he stood and held out his hand. Elaina’s soft palm slid into his hand and she stood.

Derrick pointed out on the beach. A handful of candlelit tables were scattered across the white sand. Tall palms protected the privacy of the diners.

“We’re going out there?”

“Yes. I like to dine in quiet. Appreciate the beauty of this paradise without being hounded by my staff. It’s my ‘me time’ for the day. Tonight I wanted to share it with you.”

“It’s so romantic.”

Derrick slid a hand on Elaina’s lower back and guided her out onto the sand. When they reached the table furthest out on the beach, he assisted her into chair. Moving to the other side of the table, he seated himself and nodded at Jeremy who stood waiting to pour them the Sauvignon Blanc he’d chosen to complement the meal. The crisp lime and tropical fruit flavours from the New Zealand based winery would really set off the Maine lobster and filet mignon. He’d specifically ordered the meal designed for two because he had every intention of feeding each luscious bite of the cuisine to Elaina’s lips.

Derrick leant back in his chair and slowly sipped his wine. “Tell me more about you.”

Elaina fiddled with the napkin on her lap. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

“In the course of one meal?” She smiled and lifted the wine glass to her lips.

“Fair enough. How about the Cliff’s Notes version? From your application, I know you live in Miami but little else.”

“I practice orthopedics at a sports medicine clinic in Miami Beach.”

“So you’re not only beautiful but a brain. That’s a deadly combination to a simple man like myself.”

Elaina scoffed. “Simple? I hardly think so.”

Derrick shrugged. “Why sports medicine? Were you an athlete?”

“Yes, actually. I played volleyball throughout high school. I made the switch to the beach two years after that, and even played professional until I blew my knee out seven years later. I’d been attending the University of Miami in the off-season and had completed my bachelor’s degree in exercise science.”

“So when you weren’t on the beach—”

“I was in the library. I knew the risks of playing a professional sport, and while I loved the game, it was destined to end sooner rather than later. After my injury, I went to medical school and never looked back.”

“What about family and friends?”

“My parents live in Galveston, and my best friend in Miami is Anne. I have one older brother who’s on the SWAT team in Houston.”

“I don’t detect any Texas in your voice?”

“It, um, only comes out when…when I…”

Derrick leant forward. “When you what, Elaina? When you’re aroused? Will I hear a little Texan drawl right before I make you come?”

Elaina’s blush was so refreshing. In his world, most of the women were so controlled or well-trained that spontaneous emotion was a rarity. Elaina was such a sweet contradiction of confident woman and innocent desire that it made his jeans uncomfortably tight. He spread his legs to accommodate his growing arousal. His hand clutched the remote beside his leg, and he set the trigger to the highest setting without warning.

Elaina cried out and grasped the edge of the table. Her back arched, and her chest and abdomen glowed beautifully under the torchlight. As quickly as he’d instigated the stimulation, he shut it off. Elaina watched him, panting. He flipped the switch again, only this time to a low strum. The musical sound of a soft moan floated to him on the sea breeze.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he ordered. “You will keep your eyes on me unless I blindfold you or instruct otherwise.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Jeremy appeared and set their entree on the white linen table. He could tell that Elaina wanted to look up at the young waiter to thank him, but kept her gaze on him as he played with the settings on the vibrating thong. He nodded his thanks to Jeremy, waiting until he was out of the line of sight before halting the stimulation to Elaina’s pussy. Elaina raised her glass of wine to her lips, a slight tremble visible in the beverage.

“Very good. Now stand, bring your cushion and join me over here.”

Elaina did as she was told and waited beside his chair. Her shoulders were back and her hands rested on the bare skin of her thighs.

“Does this position strain your injured knee?”

“No, Sir. It was a while ago, and I had surgery to correct the torn ligament.”

“Good, because I like seeing you on your knees before me.”

Elaina’s eyes shone with excitement. She licked her lips, and Derrick was tempted—oh so tempted—to fill them with something other than the feast resting on the table. Instead, he calmly sliced a piece of the filet mignon and placed it on Elaina’s lips in offering. She opened obediently and an earthy groan vibrated around his fingertips as the flavours burst across her tongue. Satisfaction with her easy acceptance warmed his gut, but he kept his features as even as possible. Some of the pleasure he felt must have shown through, though, because Elaina’s lips arched in a little grin.

The lobster had come to the table already prepared for dining. He picked up a piece of the tail, and after dipping it into the butter sauce, held it out for Elaina. This time her tongue danced on Derrick’s fingertips, sending a jolt straight to his already hard cock. Andre had really outdone himself by adding
foie gras
and black truffles. They ate in silence. The slight breeze caused the palms above their heads to rustle, creating a perfect soundtrack. He periodically played with the vibrator, keeping her on edge—waiting for the next morsel to pass her lips, waiting for the next tingling pulse to her pussy while he set to consuming his portion of the meal. He noticed that Elaina’s eyes were watchful of each of his movements. Her eyes devoured him, hunger burning within their depths.

When they’d finished, Jeremy came and took the plate. Derrick relaxed back against his chair, letting the delicious meal settle. It wasn’t long before Elaina had reached her limit and began to squirm. He waited several minutes longer, sipping his wine. His eyes were trained on her as she awaited whatever he chose to do next. He eventually stood and held out his hand. When she reached her feet, he stabilised her with a hand on her waist. His fingers stroked the silky skin of her back until her legs could support her.

Derrick leant forward and placed a chaste kiss on Elaina’s lips. “Thank you for a lovely meal.”

“You’re welcome, Sir.”

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“This place is so amazing. Not at all what I expected,” she said.

“You came to the tropics and expected a dungeon?”

“No. Not a dungeon, per se, but not all this.” Elaina gestured around them. “My bungalow is beautiful. The pool I passed along the path to the restaurant looks like a lush lagoon. We’re walking hand in hand down a beach and the colours of the sky fill me with awe at their beauty. It’s a South Pacific oasis, right here in the Keys.”

“That’s the way it’s supposed to be. The fact that we cater to a certain clientele, and provide them with the amenities and freedom to be themselves is only incidental. When I designed the resort, I wanted to provide a safe haven for others in the scene. Somewhere they could relax and rejuvenate. We offer many of the same activities as thousands of other resorts in the Keys, but with a twist.”

“I’m sure the fact that it’s a private island makes that goal more obtainable than if you were anywhere else.”

“Yes, that is a perk,” Derrick said, smiling.

“So…do you own the actual island?”

“My family’s company does. We’ve been in the resort business since Hemingway’s time. Of course back then my grandfather did things on a slightly smaller scale. When I approached them with the idea five years ago, we started looking for property.”

Elaina stopped and turned to face Derrick. “They didn’t mind the whole BDSM thing?”

“Honey, this is the Keys. Anything goes down here. Of course, it didn’t hurt that we were booked solid for a year before the first boat docked, thanks to some creative advertising by Lucas. We put stuff out on the web and in magazines that specialised in paraphernalia for BDSM enthusiasts. We promoted this place as a high-end paradise where you can experience pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.”

They continued to walk along the shore, Elaina squishing the cool sand between her toes. She’d never experienced anything like the dinner they’d just had—both the meal and the company. It hadn’t been a hardship to keep her eyes trained on Derrick as instructed. His yawning eyes burned into her psyche as his long fingers fed her bits of steak and lobster. The best part had been when she’d sipped the wine right from his lips. The crisp fruity drink had mingled with his unique flavour, making her await the next taste with anticipation. The intermittent pulses from the vibrator had kept her only a step away from climaxing the entire meal. She desperately wanted to finish their play and hoped he was leading her somewhere where they could do so.