Jack McKenna stalked up the front steps to Hotel Atlantis feeling even surlier than usual, which was saying a lot. Dr. Salazar’s excavation of the construction site had gone on longer than he had expected, the flight to the island had been bumpy, and truth be told, he wasn’t in much of a mood to be here anyway.
He had come because his best friend had asked him to join him for a week of pleasure. John tended to worry over him like an older brother, when in fact John was two years younger than his own forty-two.
Maybe his best buddy was right, Jack decided with a scowl. Maybe the best way to get that damn little prissy witch out of his mind was to work her out of it.
Preferably with some deep, violent thrusting into a warm, awaiting woman. Better yet because of the dangerous way he felt just now, a warm, awaiting,
submissive
woman was what he needed. All the things the prickly Ph.D. was not.
He frowned as he absently pushed open the heavy thatched hut doors that had cost John a pretty penny and were made to resemble the impenetrable wall that separated the natives on Skull Island from their god King Kong.
Inside lay paradise.
The voluptuous naked women wouldn’t be prancing around the resort that had been fashioned to bring to mind a jungle oasis until tomorrow, but already young, muscular men were situating thatched tables and imported jungle trees all over, preparing for the onslaught of the wealthy guests who would begin arriving in a few hours time.
Jack grunted. How ironic that men worked their asses off to be as rich as they could be so they wouldn’t have to live like primitives, then they turn around and pay his best buddy tens of thousands of dollars a pop to spend a few days living like that very thing.
Only in style, of course. And with lots of naked, willing women, he thought with a half-smile.
He wondered what the prissy little witch would think of his being here.
She’d thumb her nose at the resort, and at him, he thought with a frown. Her type always did.
His smile faded. He couldn’t even figure out what it was that had attracted him to the red-haired know-it-all to begin with. She spoke in big sentences, used pompous words, and thought that men like him who didn’t have a formal education were beneath her. Worse yet her clothes were plain and drab, her hair was always wrapped into a bun so tight he sometimes found himself wondering if her cat eyes would bug out of her head, and nine days out of ten she had on the ugliest, thickest black spectacles he’d ever had the displeasure of seeing.
Goddamn, he wanted to fuck her.
He wanted her so badly even the spectacles gave him a raging hard-on.
“Jack!”
Jack’s head snapped up. He smiled slowly as he watched John Calder take the thatched, twig-looking stairs two at a time, then stroll towards him. “How ya doin, buddy?”
John smiled fully, displaying perfectly even white teeth. He wiggled his eyebrows. “I’ve just finished conditioning the new women.”
“Ah.” Jack nodded as he swatted him affectionately on the back. “That explains the toothy grin then.”
“Mmm,” John agreed with another toothy grin. “There’s one in particular—” He slanted an eyebrow at Jack. “A redhead I think you’ll like.”
Jack scratched his chin as he considered his friend’s words. What better way to work off his lust over a redheaded witch than with another one. The logical part of him doubted this unknown woman would be as satisfying as seeing Professor Prickly submit to him, but as horny and surly as he was feeling, he’d take what he could get. For now.
Besides, it wasn’t like his little witch would give him the time of day anyway.
Ack! Stop thinking about her, jackass! The whole point of coming here is to quit thinking about her, remember?
Jack absently ran a hand over his five o’clock shadow. “Sounds good, bud. But in the mean time I could use a shower and some sleep. I’m pretty beat.”
John nodded. “You look like hell.”
“Gee thanks,” he growled.
He chuckled. “Come on and I’ll show you to your hut. I reserved your favorite one for you.”
Jack’s eyebrow notched up. “Suddenly I’m feeling a hell of a lot better.”
John laughed as he followed him up the stairs that resembled thatched twigs. “I don’t blame you. Every voyeuristic pleasure a man could want and then some is viewable from that hut. But, unfortunately, the fun will have to wait until tomorrow. The new women are all being taken to the Massage Hut tonight to get them ready, and horny, for tomorrow.”
Jack’s attention was snagged by the opening thatched door of a nearby primitive hut. He watched as a procession of five naked females, presumably all of them the new ones, were led from the Instruction Hut where they were given pointers on what was expected of them over the next five days and steered down a hall made to resemble a dirt floor. Jack had visited John enough times to know that at the end of the dirt-packed hall was the Massage Hut, a place where the women’s bodies would be rubbed and caressed by the young, muscular male help, further conditioning them to the touch of strangers.
Sometimes Jack found this entire place a bit overwhelming. It was true he was an old-fashioned, domineering, possessive kind of guy—and men like that by nature tended to think more of their own comfort than others—but Jack did think about others, and he wasn’t the type who wanted an unwilling woman with him, no matter how well she was being paid for her submissiveness.
But hell, even John’s own sister and business partner Sheri had chosen to work for hire at the resort once. She’d probably done it when she’d been in the mood for a little fun because she definitely didn’t need the money. Far from it in fact. And the regulars around here had loved it when she’d chosen to work for hire because it was the only time any of them had gotten their hands on her.
Jack had never been with Sheri and never would. She was the one female in the world he truly felt was off limits to him because she was like the kid sister he’d never had. Plus John would kill him, he mused.
For as long as Jack lived he’d never figure out how it was that a man as protective of his younger sister as John was could let Sheri work for hire at the resort. Lord knows on the one occasion when she had, Jack had felt the protective urge to cover up her naked body and drag her back to the mainland where nobody here could touch her.
But Jack was Jack and John was John. Best friends they might be, but their personalities were worlds apart.
“There she is,” John murmured, breaking him away from his thoughts. “Hot, isn’t she?”
Jack’s gaze honed in on the woman in question. Her back was to him as she walked away, but he had to agree that what he could see looked good.
Damn good.
With every swish of her full hips her dark red mane of curls bounced vibrantly, falling down her back and ending just above her round, lightly tanned ass. He felt his cock stiffen. “Very hot.”
“I knew you’d like her,” John said on a grin.
As Jack watched the sultry woman walk away, it occurred to him that her cascade of dark red hair was probably how his little witch’s would look if she ever let it out of that deathly tight bun.
He found himself hoping that the redhead’s face looked pert and intelligent like the professor’s, then cursed himself for the fact that he wanted the prostitute to look like her at all.
“I want to massage her,” Jack heard himself rumble out. It wasn’t like him to not be able to wait, but there it was. He just wanted to know what she felt like…
John chuckled. “Consider it done.”
* * * * *
The Massage Hut was an incredibly eye-opening experience for a woman whose most hedonistic pursuit to date, other than being conditioned by John, had taken place mostly in her fantasies.
“Let me see if I have this right,” Kris whispered to the woman sitting next to her. The brunette’s name was Elizabeth and she had worked one of these excursions before. “They are going to tie silk hoods over our heads so we can’t see who’s touching us?” She swallowed a bit roughly, feeling way out of her element.
Elizabeth grinned. “It’s actually very pleasurable. The point of it is to teach your body to respond to touching—any touching—because not every man who touches you over the next five days will be handsome. Far from it, in fact,” she said wryly.
She chewed that over for a long moment. She supposed she could see a glimmer of underlying logic to that, but…
Kris’ face scrunched up. “Wouldn’t it make more sense to not hood us and to have men of various states of attractiveness come in and touch us while we watched?” she asked, her scientific mind forever assessing and hypothesizing.
Elizabeth shrugged. “Probably. But hooding is the way it’s done here so just lay back and enjoy.” She grinned. “I think you’ll enjoy it a lot more for your first night here than you would have had John brought in uggos to masturbate you.”
She blew out a breath, conceding the point.
“Relax,” Elizabeth said on a smile, patting her knee. “I promise you’ll have a lot of fun.”
And fun was why Kris was here. She smiled slowly, then nodded. “Consider me relaxed.”
* * * * *
There she is.
Jack blew out a breath as he walked toward the padded lounger Red had been strapped down to. Her hands were bound above her head, her legs were tied apart spread eagle and secured to posts, and her face was covered with a black silk hood. Still, he knew it was her. The dark red pussy hair more or less gave her away.
Goddamn, he was hard.
And, he decided, he liked the black hood because without seeing her face he could pretend it was his little witch.
Jack didn’t waste any time. He stared down at her body for no more than a few seconds before his callused hands reached for her full breasts and palmed them.
He watched as her nipples immediately stiffened, stabbing up and wanting attention. He massaged them with the pads of his thumbs, his eyes hooded in arousal when a low moan escaped from behind the silk covering. “You like that, baby?” he asked thickly.
Oddly, her body stilled. But then, as if she’d thought something over and had decided to discard the idea altogether, she moaned out a yes.
Jack’s gaze dropped to her exposed, puffed up cunt. His eyes didn’t have to fall far because the loungers has been raised up off of the ground so that they came about waist level on a guy his height. Presumably to make it comfortable for the massagers to touch the women without having to crouch down.
Unable to resist, he rubbed his steel-hard erection against the flesh of her pussy, softly groaning when he heard her low moan. When he backed up a step, his hand fell to his trousers and he immediately noted that they were wet with her arousal.
Jack’s nostrils flared as one of his hands left her stiff nipples and began softly stroking her labial lips, rimming them in feather-light caresses.
Her body bucked up as best as it could on a moan, which was pretty far for a woman who’d been strapped down.
His jaw clenched as his thumb found her clit and he began working it around in slow, methodic circles.
She gasped, her back arching as if inviting him to fuck her.
Jack wanted to fuck her. Goddamn, how he wanted to. But he realized that tonight was reserved for strictly massaging, so he stifled his primitive urge to mount her like an animal and settled for fondling her instead.
He rubbed her clit with more pressure, his cock stiffening until his balls ached when he felt her dew saturate his hand. “I want to taste your cunt,” he said hoarsely. He bent his head and drew the clit into the warmth of his mouth and suckled it. “Can I?” he mumbled after the fact from around the swollen piece of flesh.
She bucked up as if trying to smash her pussy into his face, her groans growing louder.
“Good girl,” he murmured. His callused hands reached back up to massage her nipples, and his mouth clamped firmly onto her clit as he buried his face into her cunt…
Kris had never been more aroused in her life. Elizabeth had been correct; being hooded had much to recommend it. All of her senses were more alert from the blindfold, her sense of feel included.
This man whose face was buried between her legs—this man who had sounded like Jack McKenna of all people for one frightening moment!—well and truly knew how to eat pussy. His throat made all these heady growling sounds as he lapped at her cunt, and she could hear the sound of him slurping up her clit and repeatedly suctioning it into his mouth.
“Oh,” she groaned, her back arching. She shivered when his thumbs began massaging her stiff nipples in methodic circles, flicking them back and forth, his lips and tongue driving her over the edge with the firm pressure being applied to her clit.
And then his face dove harder for her pussy still on one of those sexy growls, and he sucked on her clit so hard she thought she was going to shatter into a million pieces. She moaned loudly, her nipples stabbing up to hit his thumbs as her lower body began involuntarily shaking.
“Yes.”
She came on a hysterical groan, mumbling incoherently as she arched her back and thrust her cunt into his face as though she wanted him to devour her. She could feel the blood rushing to heat her face and make her nipples stiffen to the point of aching. She could feel her vaginal walls contracting as she came hard and violently.