Authors: Cathryn Fox
If you require anything, anything at all, press the intercom and I’ll see to your needs.”
“What I need are my belongings.” she said.
“Mr. Montgomery will supply you with all you need during your stay.” He gestured toward the bed, then disappeared into the hall, closing the door behind himself. Rebecca spun around and spotted a phone on the bedside table. So she wasn’t a prisoner after all, and really could get off if she wanted to.
Her heart jumped and she hurried to it, but then another thought had her steps slowing.
Getting offwould require staying...
A low tortured moan caught in her throat and she stopped at the edge of the bed. That’s when she noticed the most beautiful dress she’d ever seen splashed across her bedspread. Colored with vibrant streaks of blue and green, ocean hues that would accentuate her dark hair and blue eyes perfectly, she couldn’t help but reach for it.
She touched the silky material and brought it to her face. God, it felt like butter on her skin. She shivered as she checked the tag, only to discover it was her size exactly. How? When? She held it up against her body and looked for a mirror, but then realized what she was doing. She dropped the silk back on to the bed, shook her head to get it on straight, and reached for the phone. She was not, under any circumstances, going to put on that damn dress—no matter how rich and luxurious it was —and meet that overbearing man for brunch. Nor was she going to spend one more second thinking about total and utter submission, the punishment that came with disobedience or what his large palm would feel like on her bare ass.
She didn’t think...
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Sunshine glistened on the Atlantic waves and a refreshing breeze washed over Quinn’s body as he restlessly paced back and forth on the outside patio overlooking the ocean. Dressed for brunch in a collared shirt, and beige khaki shorts, he glanced at the beautifully set table for two, the salads and smoked salmon that Ester had prepared earlier now wilting in the late morning heat. He shook his head. Rebecca would most definitely be punished for her tardiness. He glanced at his watch for the hundredth time, and while he knew she would come, he wondered what was taking her so long.
He’d purposely put her in a room with a phone, knowing if she wanted off this island all she’d have to do was pick up the receiver and make a call. But every instinct he possessed told him she wouldn’t, and his instincts had never let him down before, in his business world or in his private one.
From the way her lush body had quivered when he spoke of spankings to the way those translucent blue eyes of her had lit with intrigue when he asked for total and utter surrender spoke volumes. She was desperate for a man to strip away the cool reserve she wore like a shield, to take all decisions out of her hands and give her what she wanted. She just didn’t know what it was that she wanted yet. And soon enough she’d come to understand that this set up wasn’t about kidnapping, it was about rescuing.
He pushed his hair off his head and made a move to go collect her, but when he turned she was standing in the doorway, the dress he’d had his assistant pick out earlier that morning showcasing lush curves that she foolishly kept hidden beneath severe, unflattering clothing. His cock throbbed, but unfortunately, it was too soon to take her. The submissive woman buried deep inside needed to be coaxed out slowly, carefully, because the last thing he wanted to do was frighten her off.
“What took you so long?” he asked, working to keep his cool as her gorgeous body beckoned his attention.
With her hair coiled tightly on her head, she lifted her chin, but he didn’t miss the quiver in her voice when she answered with, “The only reason I’m standing here with this dress on is because I’m starving.” She looked at the food on the table, and frowned.
“You shouldn’t have kept me waiting.” He gave her a disapproving look and continued with, “It was also unfair to Ester, who went through all this trouble for us. Now instead of taking her well-earned break, she’ll have to start again.” As soon as he said her name, Ester stepped outside. She gathered up the plates of spoiled food and looked to Quinn for instructions.
“Please give us a minute,” he said, and she nodded in understanding before stepping back inside to give him his privacy. He turned back to Rebecca. “I’m not a man who tolerates insubordination and I don’t like to waste perfectly good food.”
“Neither do I. I didn’t mean...I didn’t think...”
“My orders were very specific. You were to dress and meet me on the terrace.”
Her cheeks turned pink. “Mr. Montgomery,” she began, sounding flustered as he stepped close, crowding her.
“It’s Quinn.”
She hesitated for a moment and he listened to her throat swallow before she began again, “Quinn, look. My intentions weren’t to spoil—”
“I’m afraid you’ll have to be punished for not following my orders.”
She gasped, but he didn’t miss the excitement backlight her big blue eyes. Christ, she was everything he knew she would be, and he was just glad that he was the guy in charge of guiding her down the path to full sensual freedom—at least this way he’d ensure she was properly introduced and cared for in the process. A thrill moved through him, and because he hadn’t felt anything so exhilarating in a long time, he grasped on to it, enjoying the sensations she aroused in him.
He stepped up to her, and she took a quick step backward, but he matched it and soon had her in his grasp. He thumbed the material of her dress, enjoying the feel of the cool silk on his fingertips before he bunched it in his palms. Pulling it higher and higher on her thighs, he slipped a hand between her legs. A cool breeze blew off the ocean and washed over them, but he suspected the quiver in her body was from his intimate touch, and not the misty air.
He looked at the bun on top of her head. “Was there an elastic on your bed?”
Her brow furrowed and her words were rushed, breathless when she asked, “No why?”
“Then why is there one in your hair?”
She blinked, looking confused for a second then answered with, “I put my hair up this morning.”
“Take it out,” he demanded.
He pressed his cock against her midriff, and a tremble moved through her. She lifted her arm, and then hesitated, like she was having second thoughts.
He leaned closer and spoke quieter. “I said, take it out.”
Her full, lush breasts, which were high and pert in the formfitting dress, rose and fell erratically as she quickly pulled the band from her hair, letting her long dark curls fall down her back. His hands traveled higher on her thigh, only to discover that she’d once again strayed from his instructions.
In a shaky voice she began, “You weren’t serious earlier, were you? I mean you’re not really going to pun—”
He made a tsking sound and when he grabbed the band on her panties, giving them a good hard yank to rip them from her hips, her words were replaced with a broken gasp.
“Quinn...” she shuddered.
He tucked the scrap of material into the back pocket of his khaki shorts, and dipped back under her dress. He slid his palm along her soft, supple skin, until he reached her backside.
Testing her, he pulled her against him, and gave a slap to her ass cheek, the sound curling around them in the most sinful way. He stifled a groan, his cock throbbing and pulsating inside his unforgiving pants.
Rebecca let out a ragged cry of pleasure and Quinn kept the satisfaction from his face as he spun her around. He crushed her breasts against the exterior wall of his estate as he caged her with his chest. He put his mouth close to her neck, and whispered, “Were there panties on your bed?”
“I just thought...I decided...”
“Everything that happens here, every choice involving you is mine to make, not yours. So from this moment on, you’re to stop making decisions, and enjoy the freedom that comes with that.” He kept her pinned to the wall, his hard cock pressing into the small of her back. “Speaking of Freedom, that is your safe word.”
“Freedom?” she murmured, her voice husky.
“Yes, if you don’t like what is happening, all you have to do is say that one word and I’ll stop.”
She angled her head to see him and when she opened her mouth, like she was about to speak the word that would put an end to her initiation into the BDSM world before he even began, he warned, “Be careful, Rebecca. Only use it when you really mean it, only when something is happening that you don’t want. But you can be assured that I plan to give you everything you want.”
A noise caught in her throat and he sensed her mounting desire when she shifted her hips, pushing up against him. The movement was slight, but it was a clear sign that she wanted this to happen every bit as much as he did.
He cupped her ass, sliding the silk material over her lush contours, and she hissed in response to his soft seduction, which was about to turn a little rough and forceful, the way she needed it.
“Now, about this punishment...”
When her knees seemed to give, he anchored her to his body and walked her to the table. He sank down into one of the chairs and her dark lashes blinked rapidly over expressive blue eyes, her hair falling seductively over her shoulders as she stood there staring at him. Quinn couldn’t help but smile at her compliance, at how fast she was catching on. It takes a very strong woman to submit, and an even stronger one to do it so quickly.
He lifted her dress to expose her sex, his smile widening. “Such a pretty pussy.” He reached out and stroked her satiny lips, a growl rising in his throat. “Shaved so nicely. Just the way I like it.” His glance met hers. “It’s almost like you knew.”
As delight danced in her eyes at his praise, he gripped her hips, laid her across his lap, and took full control of her body as he prepared to divvy out equal amounts of pain and pleasure. He lifted her dress to expose her perfect backside, and oddly enough passion and possession moved through his blood, because there was something very profound, very moving in knowing that Rebecca was trusting him so honestly and openly, gifting him with her body in a way she’d never given it to another.
He drew in air to center himself, because there was no denying that he’d dreamt about this moment for a long time, no denying that there was something about this woman that had the ability to breathe new life into him.
It was all he could do to keep his hands from shaking when he caressed her lightly, then lifted his hand to give her creamy skin a good hard whack.
She squealed, and he pressed a hand to her back to still her.
“Oh. My. God,” she cried out.
He smacked her again, the bright red outline of his palm on her ass filling him with a new kind of hunger. He widened her legs, and when the sweet scent of her arousal reached his nostrils, he clenched down hard. He slipped his hand between her creamy thighs and she move against him, her actions so telling. She needed release. She needed him.
“Next time,” he said, coming perilously close to her clit, but never touching. “I expect you to do exactly as instructed.”
“Yes,” she cried out, grinding her pussy on his thigh.
He widened her pretty pink lips, and he could feel the impatience thrumming inside her. Her clit was so swollen and ready, and with just the right about of pressure he knew he could get her off. But disobedience was never rewarded, and that would be her first lesson.
She writhed, but he pulled his hand away from her cunt. “Bad girls are punished, not rewarded.”
“Quinn...”
“Yes?” he asked, sliding his hand to her ass to give her another hard slap.
A cry lodged in her throat as the sound carried in the breeze. “I need you to touch me. I’m so close. Put your fingers inside me. Now,” she demanded.
He exhaled slowly. “You don’t get to make decisions or demands, Rebecca. Have you already forgotten that I’m in charge of you and I’ll decide when you come?”
Hot and wet, her liquid heat glistened in the sun as her pretty pink pussy cried out for his attention. As much as he wanted to put a finger inside her, to stroke deep and bring her to orgasm, it wasn’t part of his training. He removed his hands from her body, leaving her aching for more.
Ignoring her cries of protest, he lifted her from his lap. With her hair in disarray, and her dress gathered around her hips, she stood before him, her chest heaving, her mouth opening and closing in gasping fits. She flicked him a glance, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and frustration as she stood there, like she was waiting further instructions.
Good girl.
He studied her for a long time, then said, “Fix yourself.”
She obliged and when Ester came out with their food, Quinn stood and pulled a chair out for Rebecca. He leaned into her and whispered, “Please sit and enjoy this lovely food that Ester has once again prepared for us.”
Looking mortified, Rebecca glanced at the food, then averted her gaze. “I...I have to go.”
“Sit down, Rebecca.”
She visibly shivered as she lowered herself in to her chair, and when Quinn put his mouth close to her ear, and whispered, “You did good, Rebecca,” his words of praise seemed to do something to her, give her a sense of purpose.
“When you learn to obey, you’ll be rewarded. But in the meantime, don’t even think about touching yourself to finish what I started. If you do, I’ll know, and punishment will be twice as severe.”
Chapter Three
Rebecca paced inside her room, having endured one of the most confusing, yet exciting mornings of her life. She sat on her bed, only to rise again, the sting on her ass cheeks a blissful reminder of her punishment.
Her punishment...
Oh God how could she have liked it so much? How could she have submitted to him, putting herself at his mercy and allowing him to do whatever he pleased to her?
She shook her head hard and wrung her hands together, and as she thought about the way he dominated her a barrage of emotions coursed through her veins.
She didn’t want this.
She couldn’t.
Intelligent, successful, driven women like her didn’t hand themselves over to a man. No, they took control, set the pace and parameters in a relationship and made all the decisions, inside the bedroom and out. Right? They surely didn’t tolerate spankings or readily submit upon command.