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With a growl, he lowered his head and licked one perfect nipple, pulling another moan from her. He lifted his head a moment to regard her. Her eyes were closed, her hair wild about her face. He sought her breasts again, this time focusing on the other nipple. Catching it between his teeth, he bit lightly, just enough to make her whimper.
The sound made his cock, already rock-hard in his shorts, throb with need. A sudden idea leaped into his brain and he decided to act on it.
Rolling from her, he said in a voice husky with lust, “Get up, sub girl. Stand in front of me and take off your clothes. You will present yourself to me, mine to do with as I please. I’m going to make you beg for it.”
Her eyes flew open, a flush moving over her face. “Ha, ha,” she said, perhaps trying for sassy but not quite managing it. “In your dreams, buddy.”
He wasn’t going to let her backtrack from the progress she’d made in the bondage room. Before she could react, he placed his hand on her throat, spanning her jawline with thumb and forefinger and applying pressure.
As her eyes widened, he said in a calm but firm voice, “No, Lainey. It’s not a dream. It’s a reality. It’s what I want. And if you’re honest with yourself and with me, it’s what you want as well. You want to please me. You want to submit to me. There is no shame in that. It’s not about winning and losing. It’s about an honest exchange of power between two people on either end of the D/s spectrum.”
He kept his grip on her throat, while slipping his other hand into her bikini bottoms. As he pressed a finger into her tight, very wet cunt, he lowered his head again, sucking one pert nipple into his mouth and nudging it with his teeth. He ground his palm lightly between her legs, pleased when he felt the hard nubbin of her erect clit and heard her low, feral moan.
He teased her for a while, keeping her on the edge without letting her go over. All at once, he let her go and rolled away. She lay panting, legs akimbo, a vision of wanton loveliness.
“Now, Lainey,” he commanded, forcing himself under control for a little while longer. “Do as I say. Get up and strip for me. Then you’re going to get on your knees. You’re going to take down my shorts and roll a condom onto my cock. Then you’re going to lie down on the bed on your back and beg me to fuck you. Do you understand?”
She stared at him, her lips parted, her eyes bright, the blush still on her cheeks. Her lips moved, but no words formed. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling.
He stared back, waiting. He could see that she wanted to obey, if only she could find the courage.
Relenting a little, he added softly. “Please, Lainey. Give me the gift of your submission. I promise to cherish it. I promise to keep you safe.”
She stared at him for several more beats. He held his breath, barely daring to admit to himself how much this mattered.
Finally, she nodded. Blowing out a breath, she rolled to her feet. Standing at the end of the bed, she reached for the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head. The bathing suit top was still scrunched above her perfect breasts. Reaching behind herself, she undid the clasp and let the top fall to the carpet. Then she plucked the bows on either side of the tiny bottoms, and they fell away.
“Place your hands on your head and stand tall so I can admire your body,” he directed. His cock was hard as a steel rod. Just a couple of strokes and he’d shoot his load—he was that aroused. But he didn’t want that. He wanted to take his time with this lovely woman. He wanted to claim her properly.
She did nothing for several long seconds. He waited, silently willing her to obey.
Then, her arms trembling slightly, Lainey laced her fingers together on top of her head. She stood tall, her posture straight, her chin raised with what he was coming to recognize as her tough-girl persona.
He bit back a sigh. She was still fighting—still competing—instead of truly submitting. It would take time to break down those barriers—to help her move past the idea that submission equaled weakness. Unfortunately, time wasn’t on their side. He only had three more days on the island. What then?
Instead of dwelling on that, he returned his focus to the moment. Reaching for a condom packet, he, too, rolled from the bed and got to his feet. Standing directly in front of her, he pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
