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I headed out into the lagoon. With the net, the spear and nothing else to do, it was like shooting fish in a barrel. She got busy with my Swiss Army knife and prepared a lavish spread—displayed along a plastic life vest—with tropical fruits and nuts. I built us a fire out on the beach, a win/win, helping to signal planes and serving to cook our feast.
I could feel her watching me with her beautiful grey-green eyes. I tended the fire, blowing on it, stoking the embers, fanning the flames. I knew how to build heat, waiting for the right moment. She’d tell me what was on her mind when she was ready. We roasted our fish and sat down on a blanket to enjoy the feast, eating to our hearts, minds and stomachs’ content.
“I feel a little like Elizabeth Bennett when she sees Pemberley,” she said finally.
“Who?”
“From Pride and Prejudice.” I looked up, her explanation still not clarifying things to me. “Elizabeth liked Darcy, but thought he was too arrogant. But then she sees his estate, and sees him in a new light, and she’s like…he’s kind of a catch.”
“Are you saying I’m a catch?” I nudged her gently with my elbow, giving her what I hoped was a winning smile.
“You are arrogant,” she insisted. But then she flashed me a smile of her own. “And, yeah. You are a catch.”
“Is it how I make fire?” I felt extremely proud of myself for that. Caveman Make Fire For Woman.
“That, yes. And you are a billionaire baron.” She cracked herself up with that one, finding my description almost too much to take. “I’m trapped on a deserted island with a billionaire baron! It’s unbelievable.”
“You are very lucky,” I agreed, laughing a bit myself.
“What do you think of the little people?” she asked.
“I eat them for breakfast.”
“No, you know what I mean.” Now she gave me a playful nudge.
“I don’t.”
“Do you think you’re above the rest of us? My sister Zoe thinks you’re a corporate asshole.”
“Thanks, Zoe.” How cool of her to get to know me so well before passing judgment.
“I think she was mostly pissed you were preventing me from cooking her dinner,” Caroline offered. I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to make me like Zoe more.
“You can tell Zoe,” I replied, “and yourself if you’re wondering—while it’s true I don’t spend my days working in a food pantry, I do support a good number of charitable causes. Food pantries included.”
“You do?”
“Absolutely.” She seemed to like that. “We even give out scholarships to people interested in pursuing degree programs.” I arched an eyebrow, letting her know I remembered her telling me she was interested in doing exactly that.
“I couldn’t take a scholarship from you.” She rejected the idea. “That’d be weird.”
“It would not be weird.”
“You’d be like, my sugar daddy.” She said that like it was a bad thing.
“You give me all the wrong ideas so easily.” I leaned toward her, licking my lips.
“It’s your dirty mind that’s the problem.” She gave a breathless laugh.
“Don’t make me take you over my knee,” I warned her.
“You’re threatening to spank me? That’s even weirder.” She protested, but I could hear something else in her voice as it grew even more breathless.
“That’s because you’ve never had a good spanking.” I drew closer, dark, heated intent in my eyes.
“No, thank you,” she refused, prim and proper.
“It’ll be hard to say that when you’re across my lap screaming with an orgasm.”
“Not likely.”
“Are you daring me?” I always liked a challenge.
“No,” she giggled, jumping up. Her eyes flashing, she started away from me. “Only if you can catch me.”
“You’re asking for it.” I stood up and ran after her, catching her easily in the sand. Breathless, laughing, I pulled her down into the sand with me, encircling her in my arms. And I just happened to draw her over my lap.
“What have we here?” I asked, running my hand lightly along the swell of her buttocks. So much was revealed from that tiny triangle of a bikini bottom.
“Colt!” she exclaimed, wriggling in my lap.
“Mmmm.” I admired my view. So curvy and luscious, she had hips and ass so generous they’d stop traffic on a highway. Now it was my turn to teach her how much she could enjoy them. Running my hands along her body, I stroked her, caressing her curves, gently pressing between her inner thighs, brushing lightly against the fabric covering her pussy. She gasped as I touched her there and slightly parted her thighs. Good, she was already aroused and I hadn’t even started.
“So much for you to experience,” I murmured in a husky whisper, tracing the outline of her bikini bottom, making her aware how little separated her from full nudity. “Where to begin?”
“Colt, what are you—?” she started to ask, trying to twist around. But I wasn’t having it. I kept her firm across my lap, one hand steadying her on her back, the other coming down with a full smack across her upturned ass cheeks.
“Ow!” she cried out, mouth open, hands fisting into the sand in shock. “What—?” But then her protest dissolved into a low, deep moan as my hand that had dealt out the harsh punishment stroked her so sweet, so smooth, caressing the tender flesh I’d smacked.
“Let me show you.” I touched her gently, lovingly, easing her with my fingers as well as my voice. My thumb between her thighs, I pressed against her pussy, feeling the slick heat already forming for me. She whimpered, clearly disoriented and unsure. “Give yourself to me,” I coaxed her, using my hands to tilt her hips, angling her ass up into the air the better for me to use it.
Smack, my large hand came down again harsh against her buttocks, striking bare skin along with the covered. She gasped, twisting again, but then moaned deep as I turned the sting into pure heat, rubbing against her clit, pressing and circling. With a resounding whack, I spanked her again and this time she arched into it, crying out with abandon, quivering underneath my hand.
“Yes,” I praised her, feeling her surrender, yielding to my force. With one hand firmly in the middle of her back, I kept her there, letting her know I was in charge as I played with her upturned ass. With two easy flicks of my fingers, I untied the strings of her bikini bottom. Wriggling, squirming, I could tell she felt vulnerable. Exactly how I wanted her.
I smacked her ass, hard, knowing she had to be feeling the sting. “Stay still,” I commanded as I parted her legs and drew my fingers up. So slick, dripping wet, I groaned as I reached her pussy. Her breathing quickened, coming in short pants. She started bucking her hips against me, needy.
“What do you need?” I asked her, drawing her desire out, taking her slick juices and rubbing them along her clit, up be
tween her ass cheeks, along the rim of her hole. She quivered and shook, confusion and hot desire brimming up, tremoring through her body.
“I—! Uh—!” She couldn’t seem to string together a sentence as I exploited her wetness, using it to stroke her, work her into a frenzy. I brought my large hand to her stinging buttocks, now bare for my full attentions. Hovering over her ass, I let her think about how it would feel when I brought it down again on her.
In a dark, low whisper, I repeated, “Tell me what you need, Caroline.”
“I need…” She hesitated, pushing her pussy into my groin, struggling with her own desire. But then she gave in, so sweetly, calling out, “spank me! Please!”
Smack my hand came down full on her lush, round bottom. My cock throbbed hard as a rock against her pussy, pressing against her as I gave her another sound whack. Grunting, clutching at the sand, she made incoherent noises, pleas, quivering under my hand.
“Are you close, baby?” I asked, knowing she was. Stroking, soothing the burn, teasing, dipping my fingers into her dripping wetness. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Uh!” She cried out, grinding against me. Impatient, she tried to get enough friction against her clit that she could come.
“No.” I reprimanded her, using both hands to pull her hips out again, angling her ass up into the air for maximum impact. “You take what I give you.”
She started mewling, arching her back, keeping her ass cheeks up high where I’d placed them. A slow trickle of arousal dripped down her inner thigh.
“You come when I spank you,” I told her, tracing the path of that drip of juice, bringing it back up to her pussy, rubbing her swollen clit. “Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” she moaned, working hard to stay exactly as I’d positioned her. She needed to be rewarded for being such a good girl.
Smack, my hand landed hard across the bottom part of her ass cheeks, square against her wet pussy. Slap, I got her right across her aching, dripping wet slit and that did it, she spasmed and screamed, her orgasm breaking over her like a wave.
